Despite the grotesque night, I amazed myself.

And shredded my abs that are present only during muscle spasms. But I feel terrific (and have to hope for a lot of healing overnight).

I went to bed at 1:30. Nothing new there. But I was so not a happy campy to wake up at 4:55. Sigh. Because of the pain, I spent half the day lying on my back and catching up on two weeks of Wheel of Fortune, hoping for a good distraction. It was … adequate.

When I finally felt a little better, I tackled the steam cleaning. Did the two major areas (kitchen/desk and entry/dining table). But the muscles were screaming at me so I'll do the bathroom tomorrow. Then, after another rest, I put out the Christmas bed linens. No, I wasn't doing my muscles any favours there, either. Because the bed is wedged into a corner, the only way I can put a fitted sheet on is to start on the farthest corner, lying diagonally on the mattress, Go on. Imagine it and have a laugh at my expense!

I also fluffed up the comforter and my penguin fleece in the dryer. Oh, yes, it was definitely cozy.

I checked on FB and saw that Brian had posted the memory of his Victorian tea with Peter and me. You can bet that, when this is all over, we are going to party like it's - uh - 2021!!! I suggested we should party over Zoom and said I was decorating, even if only to lift my spirits. Anyway, I need pills and bed and maybe even a piggy and formerly blind old tiger. Yup. Sounds good to me!