…is Discovery Channel’s Shark Week.
I don’t particularly like the ocean, nor am I a very good swimmer. In fact, I have a ridiculous fear of most fish (yes, even goldfish!).
But these majestic creatures have always fascinated me. I remember taking out tons of books on sharks from the library when I was a little kid and dreaming of becoming a marine biologist. (Too bad my ineptitude at science — as well as my fear of practically all other fish — stopped that dream short.) I have even made it a goal to go cage diving at least once before I die.
And yes, Jaws remains one of my all-time favorite movies.
Does anyone else get as excited over Shark Week as I do?
(Don’t have cable? Fear not. You can still enjoy Shark Week with this handy guide by Gizmodo.)
Today is my first day alone with Claire since the surgery. I was so nervous about having to take care of our 10-month-old, all alone for the entire day, when I am still recovering and still in some pain, that I only slept 2 hours last night. Way to make a situation worse, Jenny!
The good news is that I am feeling better. Ridiculously tired, but better. We removed my surgical bandages last night and despite the blood that erupted from the disturbed wounds (and wimpy tears on my part), the incisions seem to be healing just fine.
I plan — I hope — to be back to my regular blogging schedule as of today. And to come back with a bang, I will be posting an exciting giveaway this afternoon. So please stay tuned!