Good morning, all! I feel like garbage today. My plan to cut off the flexerill last night failed. I went to bed at 10pm, decided around 11:30 I had better take the medication, which kicked in about midnight and my left foot stopped throbbing. I then dozed fitfully until 2:45am or so, when I took an ant-acid tablet. I slept until 7 this morning, and tried unsuccessfully to sleep until 9. I have physical therapy at 11, so I'll leave here in about 45 minutes, but I really want to do is rebook for tomorrow and go back to bed.
As for the remainder of my day, I need to call the corner bodega for a delivery of a few groceries. Bruce Pomahac may come by to visit, but that all depends on my mood after therapy. At the moment, I'd rather sleep than visit.
DR Jennifer, not all of the Emmy Awards are presented on tv, just like the Tonys, and the unglamorous awards that the networks and sponsors feel the viewing public won't give a damn for are being given this weekend.