Finals' Week

     I have always been a disgustingly organized person. I probably had some little prenatal check list:  head first, then shoulders, placenta last, cry. I will probably die right on schedule. In college, during finals' week when everyone else was studying and finishing projects that had been assigned at the beginning of the semester, I was bumming around alone having, long since, completed all the assignments. I am the same way with Christmas, no last minute dashing through the snow for me. But this is the first time I have had such a specific deadline, this year I needed to have Christmas wrapped up, so to speak, by December 10th, after which I will be busy recovering from knee surgery.  The presents are bought, wrapped and delivered, the cards mailed, the house decorated and the goodies baked and in the freezer. I have no idea what to do in the post surgery, pre-Christmas interval. I have organized myself out of a job again.
     Recovery will be like finals' week, everyone else frantically running around preparing for the holidays, and me, sitting around, propping my leg up.  Naturally, I have prepared for this time by checking out library books and I will have exercises to do, but I'm not sure what else to put on my recovery list. I like making lists and being on top of things, but it's lonely at the top. I'm never quite prepared for that.