A looming crisis?

Today's excursion into the bowels of our freezer revealed that after this evening's meal, there is only one more prepared meal (i.e., "leftovers" from meals during the period immediately before my surgery).  What to do?  Jack is happy to microwave and manage one stovetop or oven dish, but dislikes managing any more complex cooking activity beyond every other day (at the maximum). Not wishing to stress his good nature, I need to avert the crisis.

No, I'm not asking for casseroles to be Fed-Exed or dropped at the door!

Possibilities are to purchase frozen meals, or when he does cook have him prepare meals that can be served on multiple days, or go out to eat, or, mon dieu! extend myself to do more cooking.  At least it is only a matter of another week, assuming I will be fully functioning the moment I have my cast removed.  (I'm not taking bets on this.)

Putting that problem aside for now, here's today's cast photo showing the way the fiberglass bandage is wound round my leg.  The outside is quite rough, which can be a nuisance at night.

And here's a ghostly Jack as he works on his current project - sanding the outside of the front door in preparation for painting.












"And that's the way it is."