Inexorable

Three weeks tomorrow since my abdominoplasty and I'm still recovering. Everyone but me thinks my belly button looks nearly normal, but it persists in being a foreign intrusion on my familiar anatomy to my perception. I continue to be diligent about taking care of my recovery as best I can but my aversion to that damned binder has not waned. There is some puffiness around my hips that might be helped by more constant pressure but I have yet to persuade myself to climb back into my restraints for any prolonged period. I did invest in some shapewear that helps to a degree and I've been taking motrin in the mornings. I really should just lay off the alcohol for a couple more weeks but it's more difficult than I thought it would be. I like wine with some cheese and crackers in the evening while watching old episodes of Bones. Then when I'm raiding it's nice to have some sauce to take the edge off the flavor of gaming tensions.
I'm feeling normal enough that I went and spent all last Saturday with Jake. The spouse had a full day booked so I was free for a solid 10 hours. We went out to see Jake's mother and to wash his brother's dog. Jake kidnapped his sister's truck to learn how to drive a standard, making the drive home a novel experience. We stopped and saw the movie UP, which was ridiculously adorable and made me misty eyed at least a couple of times. I'm already hyper aware of my own mortality, seeing a time lapse of the main character from childhood to the death of his wife gave me a piercing sense of solitude but the .movie handled it well and honestly I would eventually watch it again.
I had a really good day. I might have overdone it a little, I was sore the next day, part of that might be because I ventured to have sex for the first time in over two weeks but that was terribly worth it. When I am away from Jake for a while I can forget about the chemistry but just as soon as I spend any time around him it comes flooding back. I could get away but I sincerely don't want to and it doesn't help that I still have no real spark with my spouse. I genuinely love the man and I can tell, but I have no interest in making out with him. Wish this country had a more convenient social structure.
Tim hasn't travelled since April which is a long time for him to go between trips...a long time for me too. He may have a one night trip next week but probably not so the only certain thing I can almost count on with near total reliablility is his plan to go out west for a sales trip the week of the 20th. I am looking forward to it with something akin to curiosity since it's been so very long since I last was able to spend that kind of dedicated time around Jake. I think it will be a very pleasant week as per usual. I plan to introduce him to the joys of V, the old 80s miniseries that ABC plans to remake. We should have lots of fun.
In the mean time, after nearly a month, I'm finally getting together with J. We have late lunch plans this afternoon. I've nearly forgotten what she looks like. She will need a ride so I get to see the Wiggles and her new dog Odin too. I'm looking forward to it with only minor reservations.