Home safely
After a day of snowsqualls, car accidents (not mine), disappointments and achievements, I found myself pulling (well, ramming Pepe over the plow-carved hump of snow at the end of the lane) into my driveway 12 hours after leaving it. Travel today was brutal - I was a total mook when I didn't even take my boss up on it when he suggested I leave early to take my time and drive the entire way home while it was still light because I wasn't finished my work. Geez. Instead, it was dark both coming and going; I have already accepted this is my fate for the next 12-14 weeks.
All thoughts of my discomfort were pushed out as I wondered how The Mister had fared at his appointment with the surgeon earlier today; I hadn't heard from him but was trying not to leap to any conclusions.
The look on his face when I opened the door, letting in a gush of frigid air and waking the pups from their slumber, worried me. But it turned out that the reason for the clenched facial muscles had more to do with the vast amounts of novacaine and less to do with any wire. He was free! He was sore! He was not a little stoned!
After giving me the basics of his appointment and slurping down a bowl of French Vanilla ice cream, he shuffled off to bed while I called the mothers to convey the good news. The surgeon, after some prodding, even gave him 'a pass' to have one Christmas dinner at each family celebration so long as he didn't try to be a hero. (I will be his chaperone and don't think he's not very aware of that fact.) Aside from Thursday and Friday, he must remain on a strict soft diet for another month until his final appointment with the surgeon confirms his jaw ready to do battle with the double cheeseburger he so longingly wishes to devour. Baby steps, my dear, baby steps.