Ow.
I can feel a full fibro flare lurking behind the guards of Flexeril and Tramadol, waiting. These do not, by the way, solve it. They make it possible for me to keep on despite it, but I am aware I am pretty done up. Bunny is in the kitchen now breading pork chops and peeling potatoes for mashed potatoes, bless his heart.
We took half the furniture out of the office, scrubbed the baseboards while playing musical chairs with the furniture we didn't remove, and put things back. I was too tired to do the books; we'll do them tomorrow.
Our friend Muse is having Boyfriend Issues. We may or may not have a houseguest tonight. We'll have to see. My other sub, DR, is down there at their place "retrieving the bag he left there last Sunday" and making sure that she has a way to leave if she needs to leave. I need to pick her next boyfriend; she's not doing too well at picking them for herself.
But, gods, do I hurt. On the other hand, the mess that was lurking Behind and Under has been halfway cleaned and the rest of the way brought out where I can see it and work on it. This is very good, and a distinct improvement.
We took half the furniture out of the office, scrubbed the baseboards while playing musical chairs with the furniture we didn't remove, and put things back. I was too tired to do the books; we'll do them tomorrow.
Our friend Muse is having Boyfriend Issues. We may or may not have a houseguest tonight. We'll have to see. My other sub, DR, is down there at their place "retrieving the bag he left there last Sunday" and making sure that she has a way to leave if she needs to leave. I need to pick her next boyfriend; she's not doing too well at picking them for herself.
But, gods, do I hurt. On the other hand, the mess that was lurking Behind and Under has been halfway cleaned and the rest of the way brought out where I can see it and work on it. This is very good, and a distinct improvement.