2007 — 17 July: get ready, get set
Or, to put it more simply, this is another place-holder entry. I strongly suspect I'll be a tad too busy with getting my Best Girl back home tomorrow (ie, today) to have much time for this diary today (ie, tomorrow).
Cures for jangled nerves
Having recently endured the long, dark, tea-time of the soul that was a night without a sleeping pill, I can definitively report that a) stopping abruptly is, indeed, a pretty horrible experience1 (although the clarity of thought in the [eventual] morning is much better), and b) a brief phone chat with the cheerful object of all my love works wonders. She's just about to begin packing, although I did suggest She should perhaps pop her morning Chemo pills too!
A set of home-made cards from the youngsters at #20 brought grateful tears to my eyes, last night. Thanks, fellahs! I like having such a well-loved wife, trust me.
The Eagle has landed!
Target smoothly acquired, and is now (noon) crashing out for a few minutes on the bed downstairs. This is much better! No visitors yetawhile, please. Remember that immune system.
She has (we have both) eaten, there are no meds2 in her immediate future. I have done the dishes and crept upstairs leaving her snoozing gently. I think I will try the same trick to reduce my deficit of shuteye. Please don't make any loud noises or telephone for a while this afternoon! And suddenly it's already after six o'clock. Amazing.