Sleep is a wonderful thing. The good snooze fairy visited my house last night.
No pain. The scratchiness in my throat is almost gone.
Being able to eat what I want, when I want, is a small miracle that happens almost every day.
"I'm your CPAP today." One of several great things my anesthesiologist said to me yesterday. Now if I could only get the CPAP at home to talk to me in that Marcus Welby voice.
The sewing table is folded up and put away. I am reasonably sure that I won't be pulling up the carpet today, but that side of the room is cleared for takeoff. I still have my old coffee table (the one made from the door) set up for the painting of baseboards. I could easily finish that without busting a gusset.
But first there is a nap that's calling my name.