a weak week...

What an awful pun or something...

Bobby was not entirely well when I did visit. I wrote them a note and it took them a few more days to realize it and he had to go through some rough stuff but seems to be on the mend again.

I completed cycle two of chemo. I wake up feeling as if everything should be ok and within minutes or seconds even I realize I'm not . I still have not hit bottom but Steven is taking pretty good care of me so I am clean and well hydrated and well nourished but very weak. My back is bothering me - too much bedrest.

My problematic (read nonpaying) tenant is gone. We are pouring cash into the apt. to get it ready to be rented again. Fingers crossed.

I have started to write invitations to my Spring Equinox/5th Wedding Anniversary party. I am planning for flowers and cake and dinner. I need this party.

The roof is tarped, with plans for repair as soon as the weather rewarms. Living room unlivable covered in smelly plastic. I spend most of my time in bed with little excursions in here and in the kitchen.

I was surprised to see a little snow this morning which has all but disappeared by now.

Your kind words fill me with great energy, enough to post this mundane little entry,
wish I has something funny to say.

Oh, I do have a little ziploc baggie of hair on its way to risingslowly in japan to go to some temple or something, Steven had fill out a whole customs form at the post office.

I would just like to feel like me again.