This week was punctuated by trying to get me off my scooter and back on my feet. Julie really felt that all the post-surgery information saying I should be back on my feet after 6 weeks should superceded the fact my follow-up appointment is 7 weeks out. I ended up contacting the doctor and got a very firm no back.

On Tuesday Julie, Travis, and I had our first reconvening of our writing group. We did a writing exercise sending a letter from your 80 year old self to your current self. It was a much deeper exercise than I was expecting.

This past weekend we went to Houston for our belated Christmas. We hung out around the fire pit in my Dad’s apartment complex on Saturday. We got to see my sisters Kate and Christine and my nephew Peter.

Then on Sunday we had Christmas with Julie’s family and drove back to Austin.

This week I’m hoping to get back on my feet on Wednesday and have a Dude’s Night on Thursday.