Muck

Threatened with having to be called off yesterday, then recanted, today became a comedy of cancellations. Three right off the bat, and another two likely to be shifted to the main hospital because of the surgeon doing an implantation of a thumb. Those are always long, and always urgent, and the elective cases that we do get shoved aside. Going in with the idea that I should have been off anyway, I was not eager to hang around twiddling my thumbs. Kept busy until about ten, and offered to save the department money and go home.

But with all that work momentum, usefulness ensued. Stopped for tea and ginger, found Tetley cardamon tea (!!). Out to the hot pool to make my back feel better. Dishes and clothes washing, worked on the carpet cat pee spots (yes, still an issue, but far less.) And began my systematic cleaning of the place. Cleaned off the washer/dryer, the shelves in the corner, the floor scrubbed, and the top of the fridge cleared. Much discarding. Spices sorted. Even ran a rag beside the fridge to clear the thick lint accumulated there.

D arrived home, and I made lunch. We went out and got maps. And CDs for recorded books for D's dad.

Cleaning away the muck. Not moving this year, must clean instead. Weird thing is though. I can discern the difference. There really shouldn't be enough visible, but my eye picks up the change of light. The gleam, perhaps.

More before I sleep.