Now, I have to start eating again. Blah.
Colonoscopies require fasting and "other things". My plan was to take off a leaisurely yesterday afternoon, start drinking awful stuff, and then proceeding to have a bad day. I did not budget an earthquake into that experience. Fortunately, I left work earlier enough to beat the awful traffic that was forming.
Damage around the house was negligable. A few items fell off the spice shelf. The cat did not seem to notice. Most everything stayed in place, including the plastic dinosaurs on my bookshelves.
I'm resting up after the colonoscopy. The anesthesiologist must have really laid me out bad, as I'm still feeling it. Blech. All these hours later, and I still don't have my appetite back. We did have plans for a Ukelele fest, but we're going to put that off.
