If I wanted to produce, direct and star in an episode of “When Drug Testing Goes Bad,” I had my chance last night. Yesterday’s hydrocodone had kept some but not all of my pain suppressed during the day and evening. I followed my script for the days’s experiment and swallowed the last pill at bed time swapping out the Tylenol PM for ZzzQuil. I’m not sure which component failed me….suffice it to say it was a rough night.

Worse yet, I awoke in pain … knife in the gut pain. Worse yet, Hans had to save the day again with his marathon race for the trash can. If I’m not careful, I’m going to lose my status as a non-Puker.

So hello again RSO. I will accept your apparent insistence that I hardly move in return for some pain free hours. Do we have a deal?

“That kind of day”

Forget all your planning of what you would do

Cause “that kind of day” is waiting for you

“That kind of day” is beyond your control

You have to surrender to today’s foisted role.

Whatever the organism taking control

You’ve no choice but surrender to today’s foisted role.

But fear not, I did find happiness today. Despite my tacit agreement with RSO to sit completely still, I prodded and urged my body downstairs for a visit with the orange kittens three. Once seated on a yoga mat, I told Alexa to play James Taylor and turned to watch the kitten show.

It was worth the 2 flights of stairs. I found myself laughing out loud watching and filming the boys who were displaying juvenile versions of fight moves….a little boxing with a few high jumps mixed with awkward gymnastics.

Watching the kittens play stirred up a happy memory. I could see my sons, ages 2,4 and 6. They were rolling around like puppies and we all were laughing at their boxing and high jumps and awkward gymnastics