Dealing with exhaustion, perhaps fatigue, today. No substantial nibbles on the employment front. Evaded the boss yesterday for a resumption of the pseudo-heart-to-heart.
I so wanted to get out this evening. Do something, go somewhere. I sat, then I had to lie down, then I crashed. With intermittent napping all evening, and I will be toddling off any moment now for a solid night's sleep. I hope.
Laughed a lot today, everyone was on one in my room. The normally rather reserved anesthesiologist smarted off at me first thing. The surgeon put out his paperwork and told me not to touch it. So I poked my finger at it. He petulantly tells me "don't touch it!" I keep touching it, and he shoves me, with a suppressed giggle. I say I'm gonna tell on him. Such a funny toddler moment. Scrub sassing me all day, messing with the surgeon about his hair, adding to the general wildness. Mostly, I just laugh. It's a rough, roll along, take it seriously at your own risk humour.
This morning, because I couldn't stay awake long enough last night when this started, I am still groggy. Slept ten hours, to D's less than two. Honestly, I would have shared. But even Moby on my ankles barely rippled my unconsciousness.