Thank you for the kind words. Patience is one thing that I was apparently given at birth by the truckload (though it does run low at times). It's been 12 days since her surgery and she is, literally, off her feet.
Most of the time I camp out in my "man cave." Wireless routers and printers give me access to most of what I need, everywhere throughout the house. She is gradually recovering and beginning to do her work from the bed. People come by from time to time to spend time with her. It has given me a pretty good idea of what quarantine could be like during some sort of pandemic outbreak.
Last night my stepdaughter came by and brought us dinner (actually her mom ordered it, she picked it up). She offered to give me a break if I needed it. I let the two of them laugh together while I did the dishes.
When I came back upstairs, they were laughing about a "voice response" Santa Clause. In one of the responses, my wife said "I don't do threesomes." I almost said "you don't even do twosomes," but thought better of that.
After getting my wife ready for bed, I setteld down to watch the last period of the hockey game and then the Texas/Alabama game, while waiting for the snow.
I do a lot of waiting and thinking these days.
Last sex: 04/06/1997 Last attempt: 11/11/1997 W Issues "No Means No" Declaration: 11/11/1997 W chooses to terminate sex 05/1998 I gained 60, then lost 85 pounds. Start running again (marathons)
