return of the orgasm-death?

I finally have my old Rectilinear speakers fixed up, with a 5" Dayton Audio full-range replacing the extremely cheap Radio Shack thing I'd bought so many years ago. Fred came by in the afternoon to help. It mostly involved unscrewing the drivers, clipping off the old wires, then connecting the new driver. The magnet, weighing 20 oz., was so huge we almost couldn't fit them in the holes. The sound quality is a lot better now, with the flat midrange response.

I started a load of laundry while Fred was working on the speakers. Part of Trish's paranoia is that I'll start a fire if I use the dryer (though I was using it before she moved in), so we agreed that I'd start a load at 2:30 every day, until we're caught up.

Then we called the pharmacy about the orgasm-drug. Kelsey said that Dr. Nolan had phoned Viagra in, but it's not covered by Medicare or Medicaid; it's 12 buckadingdongs a pill; 120 for the bottle. Trish decided we could buy one, so we scraped together some cash, & talked trash in bed until I shot some warm, liquid goo.

The K. Fantasy will be best ended, I believe, if I sail the darkened seas in a great big submarine, so I can re-imprint on Trish. In the long run, the best strategy would be to eliminate the Risperdal, or substitute something for it; to use Abilify alone -- which I may not be able to afford, if I sell a novel & subsequently get booted off of disability. I must do this, though, it's part of who I am.