Wow. Day layover while healing up from the surgery. A steady flow of nitrous, propofol, and vicodin didn’t do much for clarity, or energy, but it made the extraction a whole lot more bearable—especially after seeing the price tag attached to this baby.
Woke up this morning feeling almost as bad as I did before going to bed, but things got better as the day went on and the pain nearly went away until it came back again.
Finished wrapping a batch of Christmas presents for D and his pup. Now to find the ambition to actually mail them! Got a few notes sent off, the last of the N critiques, too. Still behind on the correspondence, but catching up.
Feels like I haven’t done anything but sleep the past couple of days, and I suppose that’s not far off from the truth. Maybe I’ll find a way to get up early tomorrow and get back to work. Hope so. Gonna start rusting up if I miss anymore time at the keyboard.