New lease of life

Carl's floors have turned out really well. Most unusually, the guy who quoted for the job turned up when he said he would, did the job in the time he said it would take, charged what he said he would, and actually did a fine job.

It's three weeks today since my bypass surgery (I still find it hard to believe that I'm referring to myself when I write that). Just like Carl's floors, I've been given a new lease of life. Today was another step along the road to recovery. I walked a bit, negotiated a few steps, rested a while, ate and ate, popped my pills ... and I feel fab. Tomorrow; next week; next month -- it can only continue to get better and better all the time.