liberation

I'll tell you something. When you go to bed drunk (not falling-down drunk, just been-sipping-wine-steadily-all-day-and-quite-a-ways-past-safe-to-drive drunk), the first few hours you sleep quite soundly! ... and then you wake up, when you sober up, and if that happens to be at 4am, well, then you're lying there at 4am completely wide awake and sober as a judge and absolutely unable, for what feels like an hour or more, to fall back asleep. And there's something in the parking lot or across the street behind your building that is catching the light from a streetlamp and bouncing it just back through the gap in your blinds, so you can't lie on your side facing the window because if you shift at all you'll get bright light in your eyes --

-- and then the songbirds get going.

HOWEVER! You will all be pleased, I'm sure, to learn that I found a pair of those foam earplugs they give you on airplanes, so I was effectively able to make the birds shut up; and I turned my back to the window and did eventually fall asleep; and I woke up about half an hour ago with no hangover. That's freedom for you. :-)

Happy Easter.

recovery

Dishwasher is running, again. (It is very small.) Counter full of stuff to be washed by hand, but it's all in the same place. Oven is back to rights, but stove needs a scrub. Folding chairs and folding tables are folded. My little drop-leaf is back where it goes. I've had some breakfast, the coffee is on, and I'm about to sweep and vacuum -- and oh my god, my place will be back to normal within twelve hours of the party ending. \o/

\o/

I find that the only way to deal with a whole counter full of dishes that need hand-washing is to get in there and do it. It's a daunting task to look at, but you've got to get in there and do it one pot at a time. And with that, I am glad to report:

MY KITCHEN IS CLEAN.

and while we're on the subject

Amazon ranks and is rank. Feh.