...that, having lain down for a nap at 5:30 last night and waking at 11:30, and going back to bed at 3:45, I would have been able to go back to sleep for a couple of hours. You would be mistaken. The hamster wheel which is my brain kept going round and round and round. Not worried about anything, just lots to think about.
He has chemo tomorrow. He gets the report of next week’s CT scan a month from today. I have massages booked every ten days, to break up the time a little and give me something tangible to anticipate.
I did a lot of knitting yesterday, only some of it on BittyBit’s birthday present. Thankfully, her birthday is the very last week of December, and even if I only add 5% per day to the length of her scarf, it will be done by the end of the month. I started another chemo cap yesterday, to productively use up the tag ends of Malabrigo from the new guy’s caps and the yarn which Tola sent me. I have no idea for whom I am knitting. This one is all autumn colors. Somebody will love it.
Heading out the door now to put two packages in the mail. If traffic is Obby Noxious [Abby Normal’s tacky cousin], then I will put them in the mail after work.
This week’s dance card is filling rapidly, but that’s a post for another day.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!