OMG,ess.  The pharmacological agents prescribed, the drugs are working. “Yes,” my dear and gentle readers say, “you should have been on them a long time ago.” NOT those kind, but worn out ‘joints” kind and “acid’ suppressants, incredible. Recollected to and did unplug the phone. Oh baby, slumbering thru the night, undisturbed by guests or hound. Just about fresh as a daisy, leaping out of bed in the dark and the cold. Bonus not in pain. I closed all the windows and turned on the heat, as yesterday the house was freezing as that chore, the shutting of the windows, was not done, it was a wee bit chilly inside.( For some, I am I admit hormone free.)

Sent the doctor’s note to boot camp, out of commission for the duration. My readers of long repute inquire, what happened? Here inn lies the tail. Thanksgiving Sunday in ER. There were three men, the triage nurse, the ER doc, and the young cute pharmacist in my life, so sparse are members of the opposite sex in my life, I mention the fact. Okay maybe not flirty but it’s been such a long time since I have been around men at all. I don’t know what specially  I did to either my knee, subsequently my back, I was in pain. OFF I went limping to the ER. Whereupon, the Doc almost killed me. After manipulating my knee, he kindly closed the door so I could weep in peace.) One thing led to the other and landed in front of the pharmacist who was having a bad day. But I digress.  

Full last night, but not to the brim, (“The Loft” was devoid of guests.) four rooms occupied. A couple of Egyptian dance instructors, (they are not Egyptian but teach Egyptian dance, are in fact American) here for four nights I am delighted to announce,a refugee from airbnb basement rental, she attending the 506 music festival. Last but not least, a mother daughter combo visiting from Nova Scotia. Minimum stay for each of them two nights, and the dancers, four. 

Problems with the reservation system, (yawn!)this time not taking the money sent. (yawn!) Turns out, this difficulty is downloading paper cheques. They take great care to send notices that I have not sent them what is owed them, twice now.   I take great delight in closing out and have no commissions to pay.  

I received a letter from the claims company saying “get a move on.” Thus called to get floors finished, potentially mid November. Awoke, to have an inquiry for two rooms, two night, for the long weekend in November.

There was a guest on the stairs, announcing that the drain on the bathtub, please note, not the toilet, was not, did not and was not working. The women who plugged it, did they come down and tell me? Of course not, it was the third guest,who has had a hip replacement done twice recently, limping down the stairs who came down to tell MOI. The first two did not mind the slow water drain, one following the other in the shower. 

There I was plunging away. LEAPING UP I charge, with plunger in hand, (thank god,dess for drugs) as the accumulation, of hair, gel, soap, and whatnut has obstructed the pipes. OF COURSE, there is a house full of women with protracted hair. Stories of the kitchen,included unwanted mustaches, and how fast it grew, the age when you can stop the colouring of the rest, and shaving. Waited for two to show up for breakfast, and only one came down after put everything away. No matter they are all staying for another night Reality is a crutch for people who can’t cope with drugs.  ~Lily Tomlin Moi and Devine Miss LP