Skylark of Celeste

Made more progress on cleaning and tidying, somewhat impeded by no food. I've had a couple of cups of tea and some bouillon. I made jello, but after drinking half a gallon of vile potion, I don't feel like swallowing it. I have to drink the rest of the potion tomorrow morning. Sigh. I hope my Christmas enthusiasm will return post-procedure. Right now, it's at a low ebb. I also hope they'll double up on the Versed tomorrow. I have to wait until 4:30, so I'm sure I'll need a nice nap by then. I suppose it's appropriate for me to grow faint and wan as the sun fades. So I should rekindle triumphantly on Saturday, right? I hope so.