Much improved since surgery on November 17th, I return to work this morning. Six weeks ago, the weather was warm enough to go sleeveless and occasionally even wear short pants. Now, as the wheel of the year turns on, the air is bitter and the ground white with frost. Six weeks seems like a long time. Actually, quite a lot has happened.
I have done so in private already, but I want to again thank my wife Carmen, children Janesa, Carolina and Eddie; my mother, relatives and friends who sent supportive wishes and gifts demonstrating their love; also to my coworkers for keeping my seat warm and carrying the extra burden in my absence, calling occasionally to wish me well and to urge me to take all the time that was needed to recover. The idea of "teamwork" never seemed so real.
It feels good to be headed toward a return to normalcy; I just hope that at the end of the day I still feel as ready. But at the moment, in the words of the late great James Brown, "Wo! I feel good." Not much else to say at the moment, other than it feels like it's going to be a long day. I'm so grateful to my loving wife, and to the doctors, nurses, and many support workers who stuck by the sometimes-difficult task of caring for me; and even more so, to that One who gently guides their hands and mine and for the nearly-full recovery that I've enjoyed.
A happy and healthy new year to all who read these words!
My resolution? A return to daily walking, on which I've let up some since surgery. No heavy lifting, I'm told, but I can walk.
Quote for the day received from the Association for Research and Enlightenment: "All souls were created in the beginning and are finding their way back to whence they came." - Edgar Cayce Reading 3744-5,
On that note of doxology, I'll end - for now.