Let there be a dome...

...God said on the second day. Carl says, "I hope these muscle aches are temporary." Today, my muscles feel as if I've done some hard work - and it's everywhere - arms legs, torso and neck. Well, the neck I rather expected. I hope it is all related to the trauma of surgery. The throat is feeling better, though still mildly sore. I feel very old today. I saw a woman some days before surgery walking from Shoppers with a knapsack on her back - a boomer like myself who apparently lives in the neighborhood and decided that walking to the market is a good idea, and a knapsack makes a good conveyance for the purchased supplies. Still, not to lose the advantage of a day away from work, I got a head start on autumn and changed my bedroom curtains to the fall set, which I would do in about a month anyway, as I usually do that on Labor Day week-end. I love Swiffer dusters. Good for getting around the window frames when you take down the curtains. Good for dusting in general, I find. Hopefully, with catching more dust and especially allergens than traditional dusters, those Swiffers help reduce allergic reaction, no matter how mild. I wonder if all the cat allergens are out of my house yet? You know, I think I will be able to do loads of laundry every day I am home. There is always something to run through the washer! Tonight's dinner: bean and kale soup - yes, here I am making soup in the hottest days of summer! It's comfort food and easy to microwave. And only one dish to clean when you eat it. The initial cooking is the most effort. Naps are part of the routine too - codeine - always knocks me out - an hour or so - though I am not sleeping as much as post-prostatectomy. Have not yet tackled the front door. There will be days, yet. And there is evening and morning the second day.