Got up before sunrise as usual these days. I don't get up particularly early, between 6 and 6:30, but the sun is coming up later and later. The sun is at that sweet spot where we can see it rise from the horizon in the tree gap. It is traveling to the right pretty swiftly and will rise off camera to the right around Christmas time.
Breakfast time. I've been "poaching" the egg in the microwave and have found the magic 53 seconds to get the perfect doneness. I have a little ramekin from a creme brulee that works great with microwave plastic wrap. Just pierce the yolk first. I used to wrinkle my nose at the runny yolks, but as in everything in my life, I'm mellowing and have gotten more flexible. Still, this was a bit runnier than usual.
Then we started emptying the living room to make room for the new sofa. Georgie hungout in the bedroom watching us. There's not much else to add, so a little tidbit for you. While I was chatting with the nurses last week, somehow and I swear it was not me, but the subject of bowel movements came up, oh yes because people call who are worried about their elderly parents who don't poop every day. You don't have to poop every day but everyone thinks you do, I was being told. So of course I had to ask. How long is it normal not to poop? 5 days is in the normal range, she said. Can you imagine? You'd have to have a stick to break it up after five days, right?
So both couches fit cozily in the bedroom. We really don't need two (or one come to think of it), but since they both fit, there's no rush to trying to sell it. Serge likes the idea that he can sleep on the couch in the bedroom too. Perhaps someone with a need will appear and we can give it away. That's what we did with our 36" TV. It was in the bedroom but we never ever used it so a friend's nephew was off to college and needed a TV. Gave it to him. Feels good to do stuff like that.
What to do with all that leftover turkey man? I made a 13 pound bird which prior to eating the thanksgiving dinner was precisely the total weight loss I'd made so far. Okay so that's why the stairs are easier now - I'm not carrying a turkey with me everywhere I go. Oh yes, back to the original question.
Why turkey sandwiches of course! Mine is on the right because I love a bunch of crunchy onions on mine. The butterball is so perfectly juiced that you don't have to salt or pepper the meat, it's moist and flavorful. They've got a customer for life if they don't muck it up. Anyway, totally nom nom nom.
The delivery men are here! Before Serge let them in, he said to me, "I hope they don't ask us to help them." That was pretty funny because not two minutes into it, we were being asked just that. Turns out we had to lift it up over the patio railing and it took four of us. Then it was too big to fit through the patio door opening so we (well I just hid and watched Serge get all manly) had to figure out how to get the patio doors off. I kept thinking about how we can never move from this place and what a pain in the ass it will be.
I let the men do their thing and decided to get Georgie out of there since he was kind of bugging them. He's such a good boy riding in the passenger seat. I can't get him to wear the seatbelt though and if I brake hard, he goes flying. Obviously, I try to avoid that.
Okay I'm getting sick of it, the long hair. I can put my "bangs" in my mouth. That's a record for me. Love the feel, but the look is bumming me out. I'm gonna go in but I don't know if I'm going to ask for a little freshen up while trying to keep it long or if I'm gonna tell them to cut it all off, #3 on the top and #2 on the sides and back. Probably won't decide until I'm in the chair.