I am sitting in the cave today. Haven't been anywhere near the cave for a long, long time, but from the moment I woke up this morning, I knew it was a cave day.
Didn't run yesterday as Mum and Dad were here and there simply wasn't time. My iPod arrived yesterday but <shamefaced confession> I couldn't undertsand how to work it. I burned the Week 2 podcast onto a cd instead and went trundling up the street at the crack of dawn only to discover that it didn't burn properly and 3/4 of the workout just wasn't there.
I came home and started breakfast, but discovered that I hadn't set the dishwasher last night and it was still full of dirty, stinky dishes.
The cat decided that the top of the kitty litter was the best place for his morning contribution so that had to be cleared up before I did anything else.
I set Mister Bear's porridge to cook on the stove and promptly forgot about it until Mum got out of the shower and found it merrily burning away on the stove top.
At that point, I gave up. Today is not a good day. The omens are so bad that I am not coming out to play.
There is a glimmer of good news and hope though. Mister Bear's LFTs came back with an improvement, not a decline. He *might* be beginning to road to recovery. He's in downtime right now - the three hour break between work periods - and when I have finished this, we're going to sit in the lounge room and play Trivial Pursuit. This is another good sign. He's restless and can't settle to anything passive like reading, but too fatigued to do anything that requires effort. I know it doesn't sound like it, but this is a POSITIVE SIGN. He might, just might, be getting better. For his sake, I hope so. Life is totally sucky for him right now.
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