Aftermath

Ooooomph...I'm recovering from a 2 day stint in the kitchen, which was preceded by a fall down the stairs Tuesday evening. Wool socks+oak floors=whoops! Oh, and the attendant eating! A list of the victuals and viands would take paragraphs, but there was no waste. All the crumbs were eaten and all the clothes which picked up alien purfumes from hugging must be washed before they drive me nuts. I sprung out of bed this morning to the trashtruck men singing and made our contribution just in time. I even got a pub for our porcelain light-up village at the pharmacy today at 75% off. What next, hot bath or play with new software?