Monday, up, coffee, scrambled eggs, more coffee. Then an amazing day of absolutely nothing, almost. Well nothing that could be considered enriching. I did manage to have a phone call with my sister who explained that she had slept over much of Christmas, which explains why she did not answer the phone yesterday, so that’s good. I also organised the recycling for collection on Wednesday. My most creative activity was organising my bath bomb Christmas collection in order to store them in the airing cupboard. I watched a rugby match on TV, put a few pieces in the 1000 piece jigsaw the family have started and organised my Christmas reading gifts and notebooks. Exciting eh? That has to be my last “lazy” day, I need to get moving, reading, writing, that sort of thing. Oh I forgot, I did my washing today as well. It’s hardly the stuff of a no holds barred battle with cancer. That is the really tricky bit of all this, its all invisible, all very ordinary everyday, and it lulls me into inaction and seduces me into the everyday normal. This has all come from my sense that I have started a new medication and I feel absolutely no different. No signs of side effects (a good thing). I therefore think I’ve been waiting for something to happen and it has not, so I need to stop waiting and get on with life. Tomorrow has to be a get on with life day.