Discharge

After the dental day, Tuesday, I came home exhausted. Since I hadn't really done anything but see a movie and visit a bookstore in lovely Gilbert, Arizona, I decided it must have been the stress of feeling guilty all day for not taking care of Homie's teeth and describing my guilt to everybody I met in the clinic. I also feared he would die from the anesthesia, which would be my fault.

I needed a good, old-fashioned discharge of all that stress. I keep vodka on hand for just such occasions. Oh, it was great. I fixed one drink after another, each one stronger than the last -- vodka and orange juice (natural, not from concentrate). My sweet hubby likes it when I get really drunk, once I get past the stage of tormenting him, laughing maniacally, and get to the horny stage. Whoopee!

Since then I've been a slug. Wednesday was "where am I?" day, and today (Thursday) was just plain lazy. I never got dressed, but I did pass the second quiz for my online medical terminology course. That's the only productive thing I did all day. Night-time was (I lost track of how many) episodes of Law & Order and CSI and a new ER. The last exercise I had was a Monday yoga class, and it wasn't very strenuous. Well, I'm making up for last week.

We dropped the price on the house $5000 and are hoping for somebody, please, anybody, to come and look at it this weekend. The temperature will be in the mid-90's by mid-week, and I just hate that.

I am a loyal fan of Philip Roth, but I am struggling to finish The Plot Against America. I like the premise, but it is too much like reading the newspaper.