So I'll be very honest with you my lovelies, it's been a rough recovery. Over the weekend I reached the inevitable "What the hell did I do to myself?!!" stage, but I think now I'm on the upswing and feeling better. Earlier today, I drove for the first time since surgery. It was easier than I expected, I just had to be careful not to do anything to pull on my incisions, which meant scooting in and out of the jetta very carefully, and being very careful when I was turning the steering wheel. I drove to my house to check on the cats, and it was a good thing I did as they were running quite low on food. I gave them some canned tuna, refilled their food and water, then made myself a cup of coffee and sat with a blanket and cuddled with Luna as I drank it. Clementine wouldn't cuddle, though, and seems pretty pissed off about being left alone for the last ten days. I felt bad that I had decided to leave them home alone, but then I realized that she'd be pissed if I had brought her with me to my parents' house while I'm recovering, and more importantly, she's a cat and will get over it pretty quickly. After visiting my little beasts, I stopped at my usual Starbucks. You know you might be a bit of a Starbucks junkie if two different baristas comment that they haven't seen you in a while, and also remark that it's unusual that you're using the drive-through. I told them I had just had surgery so it was easier for me to stay in my car, and they wished me well. Aww, thanks baristas! In other news, it's late, so it's time for me to take my painkillers and get some sleep. I've got another busy day of resting and watching movies planned for tomorrow, woo hoo! Good night.