Cyclops is recuperating comfortably at home.

The big news from Howdygram headquarters this afternoon: My beloved Sam is alive and well following his eyeball surgery this morning! We were up at 5:30, out of the house by 6:15 and back home well before noon, at which time we ate a quick but tasty lunch and slept for most of the afternoon.

During his recovery period — about two weeks — Sam has been instructed to sleep upright, for which there are three possible scenarios: 1) propping himself up in bed with four pillows; 2) sleeping on the chaise in the family room; or 3) standing like Secretariat. The best option is probably the first, mostly because he’s a little too tall for number 2, and number 3 sounds mighty damn uncomfortable unless you’re running in the Preakness.

Sam has an appointment tomorrow morning with the eye surgeon to get the patch removed. Incidentally, this is NOT the kind of eye patch we were expecting. It looks more like a teeny Tupperware pasta strainer than Pirates of the Caribbean.

And now it’s time to begin pondering dinner, which will probably involve grazing rather than cooking because there’s a lot of excellent crapola in the refrigerator. I’m considering a gourmet diabetic’s dream meal, which consists of a hunk of homemade low-carb bread, havarti cheese, cheap little dill pickles and half a quart of sugar-free chocolate soy milk. Sam just wants marshmallows. (He’s really into white food.)

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