Workman was supposed to come this afternoon but his project went overtime so he's coming tomorrow at 10, which is still too early for me but I knew he wanted to come at 8. There *have* been days lately when I was awake at 6:30 or 7, with infinite leisure to do my exercises, but it's not something I can count on, since it's usually connected to the side effects of antihistamines.
Library hold finally showed up, the one that was 'in transit' for a puzzling three weeks. Which meant limping to the library and back. 'Walk as much as you can,' the surgeon said. Well, I can't, actually: I can barely manage my three daily bouts of exercise. Exercise now makes things hurt more, not less. And anyway I seem capable of reading only Agatha Christies. Luckily the library has any number of short story collections, now that I've read all the novels.