Another week down, and I still look forward to work on Mondays, which is such a miracle that I can't properly express how happy I am about that fact. I do wonder if I'll lose some of that anticipation when I move out, since here it's a convenient way to ignore the dysfunction and just focus on something where I can make a positive difference to the bankers and the department instead of feeling like I'm just hiding from interactions. Hopefully I'll enjoy living alone again enough that I will treasure time off as equal value instead of killing time until I can get back to work.

My dad's healing slowly, and Monday he goes back to UPenn to get his checkup with the surgeon and get answers to his questions about why this hip replacement was such a rough road. Ultimately, he may never get to 100% and be able to dance like he wants to, but he will be able to walk without pain for the first time in probably five years. In my book, that alone would make this all worthwhile, but I come at things from a different perspective. I hated that I was never 100% after my surgeries when I was 20 years old, and it took a lot of time and working through what my new reality was and how cheated I felt before I finally accepted it. I hope someday he'll get there too, but until then I'll let the doctor field his questions and take his anger, since he's not ready to hear that not being perfect is completely okay.

All of it's pretty raw for him right now; it's been a rough five years and he's realizing just how much aging can suck for your body, but now he's out of hips to replace at least. And he is healthy for his age, so maybe this will be the last go-round with surgery for a while.