Still resting, but happily.

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It's not like I collapsed when I got home this time.  It will just take a bit of rest to get me back on my feet.  I am enjoying the time off, rather than fighting for a breath.  Sleep has been good.  The girls are great company, if their humble and reasonable demands are a bit of a push.  I sort of need that push to make sure I don't just fold up into thin air.  Well, they help, is what I am saying.  Not that it is all that close, just that it might otherwise be more possible.  A bit of grounding... with claws...  Laugh if you will.  I certainly do.  Until those claws get just a tad too close.

I still haven't gotten the spoon out.  I've tried this, and that, to open up the toilet.  Then, just this morning, as I checked on those... muddy waters... a thought came to me.  I have a package of earth metal magnets.  I am not sure if that particular silverware is magnetic, though I suspect it is.  I simply have to find the big one, with the hole in it.  Tie it to a string, very very well, or coated wire, and send it in where men would rather not.  I am sure hoping that works.  I don't think the spoon could be all that stuck, really.  It is merely it's mass and gravity, plus the flow of water and... other... that keeps it trapped.  The hole is too small for me to reach through, even should I wish it.  I'm not even sure a child could reach in far enough.  Such a simple problem.  If it were a fork, it wouldn't be near this problem, or even one of the smaller headed spoons.  But this thing, at that angle, completely chokes off flow.  Live and learn.  I just wish I had remembered. 

If I am stopping, but not commenting, you'll just have to wait.  I am in recovery mode.  To add to it, the sun has been hidden since I arrived home.  It has been raining, and cool.  That sort of takes me down a notch or three all by itself.  So, if I am not commenting, just... wait longer. 

Best get some food into these girls' bowls.  Those claws are starting to be sharpened, the back of my chair is being occupied, and I am being told... "or else".  A chore I cannot refuse.  So...  Later.