Woke up three hours later and promptly declared, "I'm making muffins!"
After making the muffins, I decided that it'd probably be a good idea to put a new load in the dish washer, since there was only one clean spoon left and 99% of what I can eat at the moment requires a spoon.
I think the pain killers were messing with my short term memory. Not two minutes after I unloaded everything from the dish washer, I remembered that I didn't know where I put a rather large kitchen knife. A rather large kitchen knife being a bad thing to misplace in a house with 13 cats. I found it a couple minutes later and was rather disappointed that I hadn't stuck it somewhere more amusing, like the freezer.
And then I took pictures of the muffins. Because after making muffins, that's the next logical step.
And then I went around the house and took pictures of the cats. I actually managed 80 good shots out of about 130, which is a really good turn out for me. I think the medicine helped keep my hands steady - usually I'm flailing all over the place.
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