Good morning, all! I slept very soundly last night. At 11:00 I turned out my reading light and that's all I remember. I wasn't up once for a bathroom break, and that's a real rarity.
My bathroom, except for the big hole in the ceiling, looks like a cleaner version of the room from last Sunday, and it smells of Pinesol from yesterday's mopping and scrubbing. For all my complaining about the mess and the cleanup, it was good exercise, and I'm glad my health is good enough to permit that. When the crew comes in to repair the ceiling, I'll know in advance so I can clean out the room and I'll take the opportunity to throw out crap I no longer need.
So, yesterday, I moved my physical therapy appointment to tomorrow, and I will shortly head down to Toyland. I need to print out some lists from Alex Rybeck, and to photocopy from the Cole Porter collections several possible songs for the Cincinnati medley. Joshie asked me to call him after 11:15; he might have a job (!!!) for me, and I'm certainly curious.