I don't seem to be as swelled up this time. Also on the plus side, I now have three gel packs and a fair amount of Vicodan, good for future headaches, both for me and for Mary. We can hope we won't need them often.

It would be more fun to have all this time to myself if I felt up for doing much, but I don't feel as bad as I did the last two times, so it isn't really awful. I am thinking about Mary's traffic school, getting her to do it, thinking about pulling the phone cord and making it as inconspicuous as I can in her house, stuff like that. Nasty letters from the IRS. How I am going to cough up the bucks for the implants when the time comes.

And I've been missing little Joey. I've added a few things to his desk. Things to color, a large Spiderman puzzle, a plastic box for his crayons. Just need the boy.

Watching Buffy again. Have I become addicted? Isn't that strange? And I'm liking Spike.