December weekend

Friday:

1. have tiny (benign non-health-threatening) cyst removed under local anaesthetic
2. discover that surgeon’s reassurance of minimal pain is remarkably untrue
3. consume a panoply of painkillers, administered by able and sympathetic nurse, Steve
4. drowsily watch Troy
5. go to bed without brushing or flossing (I'm sure that will alarm those of you who are aware of my pathological oral hygiene)

Saturday:

1. repeatedly try to get out of bed, but find am unable to defeat gravity
2. finally rouse through promise of food and more pain meds
3. begin to feel better, and contemplate shower
4. make list of baking projects and needed ingredients
5. consider that I won’t have time to bake until Monday

Because we also have to:

1. pick up vacuum cleaner that the shop, after 6 weeks, tells us can’t be fixed
   
2. buy a toy to donate at tomorrow’s party
3. go to friend Shonna’s this afternoon to hang out and meet her friend who’s in town for the weekend
4. get started on sewing projects this evening
5. spend tomorrow morning at Sunday School and the meeting (aka ‘church’)
6. attend our work Christmas party Sunday afternoon/evening