I can put 30 pounds of pressure on my left leg. I’m not exactly sure how much that is but I’ve been putting some weight on it and I’m a little wobbly. Like I have a new prosthetic leg. And the nerves in the bottom of my foot are having quite a party. Lots of new sensations…

For the first time in a long time, I finally feel like myself. I could do some work and perhaps take some pictures. That’s a good sign.

You may have been wondering to yourselves: “where has she gone?” I’m still here. I didn’t dig myself into a hole or throw myself at my government’s steps in protest of the California marriage debacle. I went to Huntington Gardens to activate our membership and walked so hard that I hurt all over. I ate din tai fung. I yanked off the rest of my steri-strips. I’ve been eating a lot of hamburgers and drinking cokes. I’m probably getting a little pudgy. Oh and I used my new meat thermometer to take my temperature but nearly skewered myself in the tongue. Maybe I should stick to taking the bread’s temperature instead.

I promised myself that I would finish my current journal by 31 Dec 2010. I counted the pages today to see how far behind I was (why the negative thoughts always?). Turns out I am *exactly* where I need to be. Right on schedule. To the exact page. I’m impressed, amazed, baffled, and creeped out all at once.