Mission complete
My youngest son, I’m afraid, is going to have a rude awakening this evening (and tomorrow). He thoroughly enjoyed the weekend…stayed up late; ate badly; rocked out to guitar hero (that game is more difficult than it looks). Unfortunately for my son, though, he’s back home now and house rules are back in place. I think he’ll sleep well tonight, though…he was a busy boy this weekend.
Today was fun. We went apple picking in Indy (actually, I went apple eating; my son and sister-in-law did the picking). If the old saying (an apple a day keeps the doctor away), I am good for the next week and a half. He also picked out a pumpkin which he first carved and then smashed (I think he was taking the rock star thing too seriously — obscure reference to the group “Smashing Pumpkins”).
Health wise, I’m doing okay. I am really tired, so I think I will be going to sleep pretty early myself. I am not entirely sure why I am tired; I slept really well last night and even took a — <gasp> — nap this afternoon, yet I’m still tired. Hmm, maybe it’s this whole cancer thing?!?! While I was in the hospital on Saturday, my blood counts were lower than they were last Wednesday, but still okay. We’ll see what they are like this week. If I follow the pattern, I’ll be okay this week, but will not be for my treatment next weekend. Ah the joys of illness.
Cheers,
Merle