I should be able to leave as soon as the doctor wanders by. The bad weather seems to have slowed down the daily rounds.
I thought last night’s display of projectile vomiting would get me evicted first thing this morning, but they seem to be forgiving about such indiscretions around here. I did get enough sleeping medicine afterward to put me down for the night though, so I’ll call the bout a draw.
I woke up a 5 a.m. with a buldging bladder to find myself neatly balanced on four pillows; one under my head, my butt, my knees and my heels. It was like sleeping on lily pads. I thanked Nancy for so arranging me as to minimize soakage in case of a breach in the levee but she said she didn’t do it.
I wonder who did?