Many, many, many hours (and OWs) later.

[helenkacan]

So, kiddies, guess what I did after waking up in the dark of the night? I came out to the living room and stared out at the balcony. Luckily, it was a gloomy and rainy day, so I didn't feel exposed by going out at 6 a.m. and bringing Every. Single. Bag into the living room. Well, I sorta kinda had to, because I did find (YAY) my three fleece blankies and my comforter squished into the extreme edge of John's balcony. I figured I needed to rescue them and give them a good washing to prevent them going all icky. And, in the process, I moved all the furniture, too. There is now room to sit outside. I amazed myself by accomplishing all of this in ONE hour. YAY me. But how many days will it take for me to sort through the bags and toss stuff. ::sighs::

After that, I cooked two PERFECT medium hard-boiled eggs (firm white and creamy yolk) for brekkie. And, then, I did two loads of laundry (of the aforementioned blankies and comforter). So ... can I be dead yet? Not so fast, blondie. I still had to do two loads of regular laundry which I did in the afternoon. And, of course, my fingers are killing-killing-killing me. Not to mention my right foot from limping and lurching back and forth to the laundry room (just a few feet away, but still TOO far).

I couldn't even be bothered with lunch, so just kept guzzling water. I did enjoy the leftover curried chicken salad, but ate the lovely bread without toasting it. And, then, I dragged my miserable self into the shower. Of course, that wasn't the end of the pain, because I still had to make the bed. ::whimpers:: Only then could I lie down and try to ignore the stabbing pain in my foot. When I got up, I found that it's a quiet night on ell-jay. So I went back to bed, switching the sound machine onto waterfall (LOUDLY) to cover up the incessant screaming of kids playing soccer outside. Guess what? It worked. [Note to self: dig up the second sound machine for the living room.] And I read some 20-year old Next Gen slash. Gads, I miss the club that used to meet at the 519. I wonder whatever happened to them.

I know it's still early, but I feel I should have my NeoCitran and collapse soon. I have to go out shopping tomorrow morning and would like some of my aches to dissipate throughout the night. Ever hopeful am I (well, at least tonight).

Comments

[mezzo-cammin.livejournal.com]

Sweet dreams! :o)

ps - perfect medium hard-boiled eggs are so difficult! What's your secret?

[helenkacan.livejournal.com]

Better yet, I had NO dreams because I'd hate to think of what effect the pain would have had on the outcome.

Ah, for the eggs, I thank the internet godz. Eggs must be at room temp. If you've just taken them out of the fridge, warm them under hot running water for a minute. Place them in a pot just big enough to hold the eggs and still allow the water to cover them. Eggs should NOT be too fresh, because ... I forget but it said that they would not peel so easily then.

Place eggs in pot and cover with cold water. Place pot on stove and heat until water begins to boil. Immediately cover pot and remove from heat. Set timer for EIGHT minutes (that's for extra-large eggs). Remove from pot and plunge into cold water to halt cooking. [I just drain the pot and stick it in the sink and run cold water in it for a few minutes.] Remove. Peel. ENJOY!