I've been put under House Arrest

Its hard to believe that in the past 4 days I haven't had time to sit down and post, something. What? I don't know. But the more realistic way to document this error in time management is: I haven't made time to sit down and blog something.

The wife is extremely adamant that I don't go anywhere. And unfortunately, her word is pretty much law here. She has been pretty darn good to me. When I wake up, after she has gone to work, there are some drinks and snacks left out in the living room for me. When she is home she is pretty good about getting me things I need. I can't complain about these things.

Its the time when I am home alone for 8 or 9 hours that seems to get to me. Quite honestly, I am bored. I have gotten pretty good at moving around on my own, and after only 6 days I can put weight on the joint with no real pain, but I still use a crutch to get around. But when you are home for 8 or 9 hours a day by yourself, and anyone who you would normally talk to during the day is at work, its pretty quiet. I find myself talking to the dog and cats for a good chunk of the day. Here is an example of a conversation between me and the only ones here at home:

Adam: Good morning Bear.

Bear: Bear looks up with an uninterested look.

Adam: What should we do today?

Bear: Well that's a dumb question, we are going to sit around the house and do nothing, just like yesterday.

Adam: What do you think Bear? Should we go watch some TV? Maybe play some video games?

Bear: Fricking human. That's what you did yesterday, and it didn't involve me then, why should it involve me now?

Adam: Well, lets go turn on the TV. Come on Boy.

Bear: I'm only getting up because you are asking so nicely. But don't expect me to get all excited while you lay on the couch, I have to lay on the floor, and you watch some movie I have been forced to see a hundred times.

Adam: That's a good boy. Come on.

And so it goes. The conversations with the animals only go so far. So I spend a lot of my day simply not talking. That, in and of itself, is a different experience. Talking is something that comes naturally, even talking to yourself (but we'll call it thinking out loud so it doesn't sound so senile). To go a full day without talking is a different thing all together. Its strange, almost creepy. I don't think I could be part of a monastery that requires the Vow of Silence. I simply talk to much. Although it might be interesting to try it one day, and spend some time in silent reflection about life in general. We'll see if that ever happens.

In the mean time, I think I'll go find bear and see if he want to watch a movie. I think the Matrix is on (one of my favorites), ad I think I've only seen it 99 times.