This week’s project is to finish off the thank-you notes from the wedding. I’m sure that my mother would be rolling over in her grave, if she had one. [Ashes. Greenbelt. Not long after dawn.] I was reared to sit down and write a note immediately. It should arrive at its destination no later than one week after the gift was received. And in my heart of hearts, I still hold to that teaching. In practice, however, I have been weighed in the balance and found wanting.
Beloved says that it looks like the new chemo drug might be working. One of the side effects is a rash. I asked him if it itches, and he said no. After breakfast, he is heading up to a friend’s in Denton to use the Ondamed machine. I will go up with him, next week when I am off for a couple of days, and try it out myself, to see if it does anything for my ankles.
Work went well yesterday. I was really tired from all the fun this weekend, but I got a lot accomplished. We went to an Italian restaurant for dinner with the empty-nesters, and I have enough leftovers for lunch today.
I’ve been feeling munchy lately. I think I need more fresh fruits and vegetables. I had been doing well and feeling balanced and rested. Now I just want to piece all day and nap when I’m not snacking.
Not much knitting yesterday. Not going to Knit Night tonight. Probably not going to the RS mini-meeting tonight. I was in bed at 9:00 last night and slept until 4:00 this morning. I would like more of the same, tonight; however, Beloved and the boys are planning to haul the rest of his mother’s food storage over tonight. Part of me would like to be elsewhere while they are bumping and thumping. Part of me is looking forward to watching them and listening to them. They are way better than TV.
Nothing profound this morning. Just one slightly groggy but quietly happy Ms. Ravelled, reporting for duty.