Post-aenethesia mind clutter →[More:]
Mrs. Doohickie had minor surgery this afternoon (had some fatty cysts removed from her leg). They didn't put her out all the way, but they gave her enough to give her that goofy, sing-song, almost-child-like, uninhibited chatter.
She's sleeping it off on the sofa, but every once in a while she asks for something, or spews something to someone who exists only in her head.
Fun stuff.