There is little new to discuss, really, in my brave new world this morning.

I made a bold (read: idiotic) decision to mash up a hard boiled egg last evening and eat it. This misguided effort came after watching three hours of Extra Virgin on The Cooking Channel - a behavior that will have to stop, no doubt.

I'm not sure if Dr. Gary squoze me up a little or not during surgery, but he may as well have. I felt every bit of said egg extrude through every millimeter of my innards. Not painful, but not pleasant.

Lesson learned: stick to the plan.

Kristina went back to work this morning leaving me at the mercy of my two youngest (8 and 6). So far, so good, but don't be surprised if you never hear from me again.

I'll begin to pivot toward my July 29 return to work in a couple of weeks.

Me and the boys will leave tomorrow morning for my home town. We'll be hanging out with my mom for the balance of the week.

Although the task list following my dad's dying on the 7th isn't as intimidating, it is still large. Mom has to transition to a bit more self-sufficiency as well as deal with a 54-year void that opened the first week of June.

I have to take on a role as the head of two households. Stay tuned.

I still think there's some grieving to be done for both of us. I fear the meltdown that is probably coming when I run out of the stuff that has to be done (estate AND post-op).

Pain meds are history, and it's back to the conservative diet.

355.2 this morning.

Time to get the boys' lunch.