Still sleeping elevated because I don't want to be tempted to flip onto my stomach. I need to heal more before I do that. A lot more. This is going to take several weeks. It's a long, slow process. I'm continuing to feel drained but slept a little better last night, even if it wasn't as long as I should have. I haven't done it the last couple of nights, but before that I was making these weird sounds in my throat in my sleep, but I think that was connected to the surgery.

I was sitting in the middle of the yard of my childhood home in a dream I had. I noticed how private it still was and that no one could see me, at least from some directions. There was a section of the yard that had been dug out. A sad sense of nostalgia came over me as I looked up the small hill where my old swing set used to be. I wanted to blog about that but realized I couldn't. Then I woke up and was like, hey, wait a minute—was I alive in that dream? It seemed like quite some time had gone by because I felt saddened by the state of the planet.