I think I'll be ready to get some work done tonight.
This morning, Doc gave me 15 mg. of morphine. I had 6.5 pure hours of no pain. It and the Xanax played a little rough together, but I had looked up the contraindications hours before I took it, and I took the tablet, I didn't snort it. So it was time-release. And it was gorgeous. Like I said, I was a bit looped because of the Xanax interaction but I wasn't driving a bulldozer.
In fact, I was sanitizing my bathroom and hanging the harvest in there on a rod. It was gross. No "Ewwwww, grody, bathroom stuff" kind of gross, just a layer of dust and cat hair on the one vanity and the corners of the floor. And it was tedious, sanitizing it completely like a damn kitchen. And now when I go to the bathroom, I have to use Doc's. Ew. He's a boy. Actually, his bathroom is a mess of clean clutter, the surfaces have stuff on them, but it's gleaming if you lift up the stuff and look underneath. He cleans under the stuff, yet never puts the stuff away. Strange.
I also did a load of laundry. My first in the new Tardis. BTW, Doc's primary consideration over whether or not I can paint the new washing machine Tardis Blue is how much is it going to cost to get appliance paint in that color? Riddle me this . . . all of my black v-neck t-shirts (and I specify because it didn't happen with any of the crew necks, which are all cotton/poly blends, while the v-necks are all 100% cotton) came out with white streaks, splotches, and what look like paw prints all over them. Inside and out. And I used green HE liquid detergent, less than the amount called for, so there shouldn't have been any over-sudsing issues. I'm hoping I can just brush it off with a lint brush once they are dry, but Whiskey Tango Foxtrot? Now I don't trust the Tardis with my darks. And that was my first load, we are not off to a very good start with each other.
I've got to go do some preparing for Doc's eminent awakening. Tonight's his Friday. Tonight is my "party" night. Usually an excuse to stay up all night and work because I've been putting it off for some bullshit political thing that no one cares about blah blah blah.
Yeah, and I'm such a glutton for punishment, I'm actually researching a new essay. For no one to read. Brilliant, right?