Such a day (update)

Mojo is home and sleeping, sore and a little knocked out. Her surgeon says that her procedure went well, tho, and she should recover nicely. She'll still be off her feet for the weekend and going slowly and tenderly for some time. Thank Zappa for the Miracle of Percocet.

My job, and a full-time job it looks, it to keep the grunions from leaping upon her. It is a little frustrating to have to take vaction days but my company was pretty stingy about "medical leave" since I wasn't the one being medick-ed...In between running interference between Mommy and the Offspring I will try and finish sanding down the texture on the old drywall in Missy's room. Ugh. I believe that this labor was reserved for adulterers and practitioners of sorcerous faiths in Dante's Inferno. It truly sucks, generating lung- and eye-searing quantities of noxious plaster dust which, curtain as you will, settled in a thin layer all over the house.The only bright spot from the past 24 hours was we all got to watch "The Wonderpets Save The Nutcracker" twice. Got me thinking - remember back in the spring when we talked about the disconnect between the High classical Arts like painting, opera, dance and sculpture and the vast bulk of American pop culture? Well, I want to talk about the Wonderpets as Popular Operetta - "Die Zauberflöte" only sung by a turtle, a hamster and a duck.

So. Later for that. Gotta go check on the missus.