My mirror is full of notes, and I can’t find my notebook. So, let me here record some of this week’s notes:

Six months. Tomorrow, I’m six months post-op. I might celebrate tomorrow morning by watching C&D play “water mountain” with the hose outside. They mean water fountain, but maybe “fountain” is a strange, meaningless word, or maybe it’s too hard to say. Or maybe “water mountain” just sounds like a lot more fun.

Plant-shopping. Monday I took C&D to buy plants for our trampled, still-in-process landscaping project. C&D enjoy going to the garden center because once there we all take time off to ogle the water mountains. They’re almost as fun as the hose in the patio.

Ikea. Yesterday I drove to Ikea with C&D. I felt very proud of myself because to get there I had to merge on and off three different freeways (59, 610, and I-10). I felt even prouder when I found myself actually shopping at one of the city’s biggest stores without feeling nauseous or wishing I could clap my hands over my ears. Granted, the store was practically empty after a long holiday weekend, and I forgot to even look for two of the items on my list of four, but even pre-AVM I probably would have forgotten about the list in my notebook once I walked through the doors. Walking through Ikea is a little like Dante’s levels of purgatory: it’s hard to leave, and time stands still. Fortunately, I know all the shortcuts, and C&D, who are constantly marching forward, kept me on track.

Then . . . I fell asleep last night tired, dizzy-tired, from a week that already felt full and satisfying. Then, C&D woke up at four in the morning . . . and never went back to sleep. At five, we gave up and got of bed. At six, we were watching DVDs in the predawn semi-dark. At seven, we were giggling. And by eight, I thought I was going to melt into an overheated, overstimulated, overtired blob of mother-goo. I called Matt home from work, and I went back to bed. I slept all morning. I ate lunch, and then slept all afternoon. I ate dinner, watched a movie while I contemplated another nap, and now I’m getting ready for bed. After the afternoon nap, I thought I saw a pineapple on the bed. Matt had taken C&D to the co-op to get our shares, and while the bed wasn’t the best place for a pineapple, I didn’t think much of it. Later, while Matt was getting more groceries, I puttered around the house, and looked for the pineapple. I couldn’t find it. When Matt got home, he told me today had been his worst day in a long time. He listed his problems at work, starting with his shortened workday. “And then,” he said, “at Whole Foods a whole pineapple display fell down right down in front of me, and I swear I didn’t touch it!” “By the way,” I asked, “where was that pineapple you brought from the co-op?” “There was no pineapple,” he responded. “Why?” Oh, nothing. Nothing.

This post is probably full of errors because I’m tired, and probably because I’m tired this post grew from a list into a lecture on nothing. It’s a sign: back to bed.