The Great Undoing and a Few Blind Mice

No matter how much coffee I indulged in the week after surgery, I couldn't sit upright for long. Days drifted by while I lay in a drug induced state of slumber. Thankfully, the combined effects of anesthesia and narcotics have finally begun to wane, and I'm feeling more like myself.

Phase one post surgery - complete.

I stayed at my parent's home a few extra days after a particular phone call. Before we said goodnight, Don told me that Eggs, our cat, was sitting at the top of our basement stairs, waiting for me to come home. While I didn't buy into the notion that the feline was pining for me, I tuned in when he added, "Wait a minute. She's chasing a mouse."

"A mouse?" I retorted.

"Yes, a mouse."

As I sat in horror, he described her movements as she toyed with said mouse. In time Don decided the rodent was dead enough to throw outside. Actually, he first suggested that he was going to hit the creature with a shoe and then throw it outside.

Still in a drug-induced state, I begged him not too, imagining mouse innards spread all over my living room carpet. My farm boy husband assured me that he'd never seen a mouse explode when stepped on, but his reassurance meant little.

So when I shared hat he found another chewed up mouse a few days later - in the same living room - I threatened to not come home until he figured out where they were coming from... or until our refrigerator was fixed.

Yes, our grandiose ice box hasn't worked since Feb. 19th.

It's a long story and we are currently using a college-sized refrigerator one of my boys left in our basement. But too many mice and no ice made the comfort of my parent's house quite appealing.


In time, I eventually caved and came home. I may visit them again soon, but for now, I'm adjusting to self-care on a knee scooter.

The good news?

I received an email a few hours ago that indicated the first copies of my book have shipped. A soft copy and a hard copy will arrive Wednesday and once I approve the printing, a large shipment will soon be on its way. Would you believe I just downloaded this photo from amazon?

Don asked me if I'm excited and I think I'm more nervous than excited. I was quite transparent as I wrote and can only hope the message speaks.

Time will tell.

As I warmed dinner this evening, Eggs carried in a squirmy-worm-looking-creature, which has me wondering if she carried the mice in too when Don wasn't looking. Sometimes he keeps a small window open so she can come and go at will. I sure hope that's the case.

And I also hope God speaks to you, my faithful readers, through my book, "The Great Undoing and My Journey Home."

You can purchase it here on amazon, or wait and get a copy from me in a few weeks.

I'll share more about the story next week. For now, I'm going to keep healing and dream a little about what's to come.

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