Wednesday and I wake fitfully after a terrible nights sleep, I saw every hour and made at least two attempts to sleep on the lounge sofa. By the time I got out of bed my partner had gone to work and the builder badgers were under way. Breakfast is simple and taken quickly before I make the badgers a start the day coffee. My spoon reserves are very low so I make the decision to do very little today beyond recording video letters. I make a list and start my letters keeping an eye on the badgers digging up the front garden and moving the rubble from the back garden. As the morning goes on the spoil heap grows as the badgers get to work.
The head badger begins to digBy the end of the day badger has done well
By the end of the afternoon I have made four video letters but I can’t get out of the drive to post them. At about five o’clock the promised big digger lorry arrives and in no time at all the drive is clear, its been an amazing effort by the builder badgers today.
The big badger gets it done.
Before I realise my partner is home , the builder badgers have packed up and left I have re-taped the improvised down pipe in the back garden. While my partner settles in before cooking tea I change all the bulbs in the bathroom to new LED lights. The effort uses up a lot of spoons and I return to the sofa to rest and dine. I am flagging already so I watch part of a film and Race across the world as I try to finish off the blog. There is nothing from the Americans yet, I guess it is going to be a while before they start to chase the money and get in contact again. I am hoping to get my night meds down me and have an early night and a better nights sleep than last night, I just want to be as good as possible for the visit of the grandson this weekend. I’ve noticed that over the years the period of time that my monthly jab affects has grown. Its definitely taking me longer to recover, it seems this combination of drugs is playing havoc with my gut so I am not keen on food too much.
It’s Tuesday and I am up early to move the cars off the drive before the builder badgers arrive sharp at 8 o’clock. When they do arrive I make them coffee and they get underway. and I have breakfast. I once again work on my poetry collections all morning punctuated by an expected call from a friend. Its a brief call as we catch up before she goes to work, just as she concludes the call the “new bin” delivery man arrives and gives us a replacement garden waste bin and takes the old damaged one away. I settle back to my editing poetry. I find it difficult to keep focus and I am aware that my injection site is sore and I am not feeling at my best. By late morning I am out of spoons already and decide to take a break from the laptop.
My to do list has some chores on it so I set off to change a spot light in the bathroom but cannot find my bag of replacement bulbs, I get ratty as my frustration gets the better of me. I give up the search and just order more from Amazon before having lunch. Snooker is my TV wallpaper as I start todays blog. I have an email from the Americans telling me my books are now on more platforms so I check. It turns out that I am on Amazon, IngramSpark, Kobo, Goodreads, Waterstones, and Barnes and Noble. I notice that none of the platforms have any reviews and are asking people to be the first to review the books. So if there is anyone out there who would like to write a brief review then please feel free to do so. It gets to 2 o’clock and the builder badgers move their van in anticipation of Tesco delivering over the next hour, I watch eagerly for the delivery while composing my next email to the Americans.
Tesco arrive and I do the weekly squirreling and then return to composing my email to the Americans. I am interested in the offer of an audio version of one of the books but I have reservations about the suitability of some of the material. I am suggesting that perhaps an audio book should be a later development when more material has been published. I have two more collections ready to go and invite the Americans to make an offer. Having sent the email I go to take my vitals. They turn out to be good and while I read afterwards I fall asleep. By the time I wake the builder badgers have left and I have missed a phone call from a friend and my partner had returned from work.
The evening starts with food and an email from the Americans with an offer. Its an offer I will not take up unless they drop the price. There is a meal and some chores to do as tomorrow is bin collection day and the day the builder badgers are saying they are bringing in big lorries to clear away all the debris that they have created so the decks are cleared and they are able to get on actually constructing things. One film later I am back sorting out the blog and then its time to take my night meds and get myself to bed. The early morning caused by the builders is taking its toll.
Jab Monday so I am up early to get showered and to move the cars off the drive so the builder badges can get going at 8 o’clock. So I manage to squeeze in toast and a coffee before the badgers need a chat about some construction details. Apparently they have order a “big grabber” to clear the rubbish pile that is becoming mountainous in the front garden. So by the time I set off for the GP surgery for my jab I have been quite busy.
I get to the surgery and log in and realise that I am not feeling that good. Fortunately I am called in early and the usual nurse gets to work with the same patter as always. The actual injection is okay. Once over I book the next one and a set of bloods before my next oncology review that is coming up. I get out of the surgery and head for the local co-op and buy bread and a paper on my way home.
On getting home I make a drink and take some paracetamol to stave off the aftermath of the injection while I do todays crosswords. I settle in on the recliner and start to work on the next poetry collections that I want to get underway with the Americans. I take it as auspicious that it appears that my very first royalties have appeared in my bank account. This is how I spend the rest of the day. I proof read two collections and write the acknowledgement, contents and dedications. By the time the early evening arrives I am done, I also have a garden full of bricks. At the mid afternoon a huge builders materials lorry rocks up and unloads bags and blocks of bricks. Our badgers are certainly cracking on.
Out of the blue the bricks turn up.
The front garden becomes an instant builders yard
As I start to draft the blog the after effects of the morning jab is kicking in. I can feel my injection site becoming sore and I am feeling less well and my attention is flagging. So my evening is going to be one in which I finalise tomorrows Tesco delivery and then head for bed as early as possible to try and get a good nights sleep. The biggest decision, paracetamol or co-codamol?
Saturday seems a while ago now as it was a day of chores, sport and poems. I knew as I woke up that it was going to be a slow day, thee are days when I know that I am going to be low on energy spoons. So I do my vitals and get up for breakfast. and then potter around puttering for a while. My partner and eldest daughter go off to see the Amy Whinehouse film and I get my washing on the go adn settle down to an afternoon of TV sport. Part way through the afternoon am moved to write a poem and take time out to do that. There is work to do on the next two collections but that must wait until next week. Clearly the sport did not hold my attention as I end up reading the meters and submitting the readings before once again returning to the sport.
Although I am not doing much I can feel my energy seep away but still get my washing dried and put away by the time the evening comes around. There is a meal to eat and films to eat and eventually meds to take. This was a thoroughly sedentary day with little brain feeding going on. It makes for a boring blog but at times this is how it is, just trying to keep myself safe. It is the theme of the poem that I wrote in the morning.
385 It’s a new lifestyle, drive there, sit there, drive back. Its containment of this wicked disease. Life has become a series of short episodes of entertainment and contact beyond the family. Each trip holds risks but the harvest is a feast of food for the brain as life stops being physical and becomes cerebral. Once a month I wrap myself in poets. Their words and reading the best of food, the discussion the sweetest source. It is this dining that fattens me and sees me through the lean times. In between courses friends send me books so my feet up recoveries are picknicks, sometimes snacks. This is how I out wait the waiting lists, the endless English queuing politely understanding the pressures and the fact that everyone is trying their best. So here I lay browsing and grazing hankering after a rowing machine and clear urine to reassure me that I can stretch the survival curve.
385 27-04-2024
Sunday start is a reminder that drinking coffee keeps me awake at night. I got up several times in the night unable to sleep and listened to the incessant rain. I was tempted once or twice to see if my improvised down pipe was holding up but resisted the temptation trusting to the my creativity and the power of gaffer tape. I did eventually get a block of sleep during which I know I dreamt fitfully. My partner makes hot drinks and we chat about plans for the day. I get up and have breakfast whilst recording my weight, which has flattened out around 101 kilos. This increase in weight is a major frustration adn caused by my not training. Until the I can get my bladder stone sorted and I can excise without experiencing haematuria (blood in the urine) my weight is going to be a battle. That of course is compounded by my sweet tooth.
My partner and I go to the garden centre to buy food for the rest of the weekend and until Tesco deliver on Tuesday. Its a quick go and come back trip, before I catch up with the blog and some more sport. It lunch and onwards for me as I continue to plan more collections of poems and find time to read.
I slip into the evening with a meal and then an evening of TV before drafting the blog. My final acts of this slothful day is to take my night meds and a prophylactic co-codalmol. It is my monthly jab at the GP surgery tomorrow at 9am so I am going to be busy with making sure the drive is clear for the builder badgers when they arrive at 8am. I am hoping that an early night will see me right.
Friday and I’m up early to move cars but not before taking my vitals that are all good. The builder badgers also arrive early and are at it very quickly with the intention of laying the new foundation brick works to the new patio today. That’s what I call efficient. After yesterday’s continued dismantling and grubbing our of hedges it feels has if things are moving rapidly. Our mounds of rubble are ever growing but the grand plan is to have huge front garden pyramid and then bring two twenty ton lorries with grabbers to shift all the debris from back and front in one go. All I can do is make them coffee and biscuits and cheer them on.
The end of day one proper, Badger signs.
Back Badger signs at end of day one
So by nine thirty I am breakfasted, my partner has been to the GP, I’ve started the blog and the sun is shining. I cross my fingers and hope for a good day, I’ve been fooled before, it would be nice for this one to go okay. My partner returns from the GP with a paper which I pounce upon and do the crosswords. My to do list needs to up dated which I do and then head off out to pick up my monthly drugs from the chemist. Having picked up my pharma I walk the length of the village back to the post office where I send my driving licence renewal off. Back home I start the blog for the day.
There are a few things to do, like mend one of the shoe racks that had sprung apart. It feels like I’ve been busy by the time I get to check the progress of the video letters I had sent earlier in the week. To my surprise the one to Nairn had arrived but the ones to York and locally, Stafford had yet to arrive. I am beginning to no trust the mail system. It used to be that first class mail would reliably arrive the next day, but this is clearly no longer true. I take some time to help me eldest daughter sort out an appointment with a specialist to assess her torn ankle tendon. With that done I take the opportunity to refill the bird feeders and the squirrel feeder. I peek inside the hedgehog box but nothing is in residence apart from a large slug. As a last morning thing to do I book a couple of night out at events being put on by our local venue, the De Montfort Hall. It is keeping with the life style that is developing due to my current symptoms, namely, drive somewhere, sit and be entertained and either stay over night or drive home. It’s a sort of dash out, be quiet and dash back in again, like some sort of timid creature surviving in a dangerous environment.
My partner finishes work at lunch time and we go off to our favourite garden centre café for a late lunch. On retuning home we find the builder badges have gone home, ( a set , presumably), and it has started to rain and there is more in the forecast. On checking how the water but system has been left I find the done pipe has been left open, which means if its left it will flood out onto the newly laid foundation brickwork. I therefore dash around improvising a run off hose from the roof down pipe. Below is a picture of my bodging, but it does explain why I ask for gaffer tape every Christmas and birthday.
Two diameters of hose, one pipe bend, and a chunk of scaffold padding, plus gaffer tape.
It remains to be seen if my construction works, but on the safe side I have ordered three types of waterproof sealant to arrive over the weekend. So I expect at some point I will be spraying, painting and daubing sealant all over my handiwork. Overall the builder badgers have cracked on and made good progress, so I expect we will see them again on Monday.
The start of the lower foundations are going in, so far so good.
Of course there is a price to pay for all this activity. When I go for a piss after all this activity I piss blood, not significant amounts but enough to be identifiable. Nothing for it but to get my feet up and rest and drink a load of water for the evening. If it goes right then over the next hours I will recover and go back to normal, but nothing is guaranteed. So tonight is set for TV and keeping myself warm and hydrated till I down my evening meds and probably a co-codamol. So in essence I have slipped into preservation mode until I have got back to some sort of normal. And so it goes.
Thursday and today is the second day of Cycle 12 of my current “chemo”. It starts early with the builder badgers ringing the door bell to announce their arrival and requesting the cars to be moved off the drive. So I am up and car driver ready in no time at all despite feeling a bit post co-codamol groggy. The cars get moved to safety and then various builder badgers start to appear with loads of tools and a chipper. There is early morning coffees and then they begin, interrupted only by a clarification chat with the head badger about where the new gate pillars are going in and the edge line on the neighbours side.
With the badgers all working and digging furiously I make my breakfast and take my morning meds. I get an early start to loading material for the blog including the summary of the consultants letter I received yesterday. It sums up my situation very neatly.
Its difficult to not get defined by the diagnosis.
It is difficult not to get into defining myself in terms of my medical diagnosis and conditions and to remember that I am still living a life as best as I can. Perhaps this is why people with this diagnosis or other life limiting conditions do things like throw themselves out of aeroplanes or pogo stick up a mountains. It would appear I have chosen a more cerebral route. I remember years ago thinking about Mary Wesley who published her first novel at the age of 71 and was considered a “late bloomer” who went on to sell millions of books in the last twenty years of her life. She was someone who gave me hope as I got older that I would one day publish a book of my own. Here I am at 75 having published my first two collections of poetry, so thank you Mary Wesley for the inspiration. It is one of the things that I remember when I feel that I’ve become my disease, I am more than cancer and bladder stone, I am a poet, blogger, correspondent, YouTuber, gardener, partner, father, grandfather and curious human (carbon based species unit, CBSU). Those are not bad things to be, not necessarily in that order of course!
My first real task of the day is to do battle with the local council who mangled my garden bin with their emptying machine yesterday, like St George (it was his day yesterday so its apt) I go to slay the dragon.
Left side splitRight side split
It turns out that this is a pretty meek dragon. I fill in an online request from for a new bin adn send it off. Next step was to send another online form to say I expect it to be free and within the hour someone sends me back a reply saying the replacement will be free and with me in five days. From there I go onto the net and check some of the sites that the Americans claim my book is on and where the request for an audio book was generated from. Sure enough there are at least another four sites where if you type in my name my book comes up. Apart from Amazon it appears to be available from Waterstones, Kobo, and Barnes and Noble. This is all very gratifying but I wonder who is getting the royalties, so I email the Americans and ask the question. Its not the money so much but the principal of the thing really. I shall await the outcome with interest. I then lunch with my partner.
My afternoon is a combination of sorting out my antispam software account on the website and discussing with the “Spadger” (sparky Badger) what part of the system the outside power system is on. He wants to turn off all the computers just in case he trips the system but as my partner is on a two business meeting its a no go. We decide Friday afternoon will do. From there its taking my eldest daughter to the physio at the sports centre in the village so she can take advice on her newly torn tendon in her ankle for which she has been referred to an ankle specialist and then on to my brother law to get him to sign my driving licence renewal photographs.
With my chores done I return home in time for tea and an early evening of Shogun as my partner does her singing lesson. We come together again in mutual watching before I take my night meds and and head for bed as early as I can for tomorrow I will need to be up early to move the cars off the drive again to let our builder badgers on site to continue to do the the project. I am hoping to avoid the need for co-codamol tonight and still get a good nights sleep.
Wednesday and I am up early with early morning meds and vitals done before the builder badgers arrive. Its day 1 proper of the drive and patio project. The cars need to be moved to safe parking across the road so that the badgers can begin the work. As I repark the cars I notice that a police patrol and its occupants have gone into a house across from us and are searching a car. Either there has been an unexpected death or they are looking for someone. So much excitement so early in the morning is unusual in our usually quiet village. By ten o’clock the building badgers are demolishing the old patio but as yet the ground digging badger, Eddie, has has yet to appear. I have breakfasted, done my meds and started to prepare todays blog.
It turns out that the head badger has got the day wrong for the ground clearing badger to come and do the ground works by removing stumps and roots. In the meantime the builder badgers crack on with demolishing the old patio. I settle down to making video letters to friends as I cannot get into my Shed to write. At about lunch time a new sort of badger appears, this one is an electrics badger who is going to do the light on the new patio. We have a quick chat and he inspects my fuse box, not a euphemism, and we talk about lighting and power outlets. We agree what we want and he undertakes to go and do a quote. I spend the rest of my day as my partner goes to visit her mother in the afternoon making video letters. By the time I have thee video letters to go I am feeling quite spoonless, however I make the effort to go to the post office to send my letters. I also retrieve the cars and and get them back onto the drive as the builder badgers have gone to collect materials.
Having got a paper I hunker down to do todays crosswords, which go well again today. My partner returns from her visit and we glide into the evening and towards unknown delights apart from Race Around The World. My aim is an early night as I’ve had an uncomfortable day in terms of my symptoms. I’m feeling hemmed in at the moment and need to keep myself diverted so I shall continue to make video letters and to plan my next poem collections. Out of the blue in the late evening the Americans send and email to ask if I want to turn my Cancer Years collection into an audio book. I am not sure at all about this as I am more focused on getting to the point of being able to put my next two collections out there. In the meantime I am looking forward to watching the builder badgers slowly build the new look to the front and back of the house in time for summer.
Tuesday and I am awake early because firstly my partner is going to real outside world work and secondly the builder badgers are coming to do a bit of preliminary work before the tree man comes to do some ground works tomorrow. So as my partner leaves for work I check my messages and my vitals and get up uncharacteristically early. I clear the kitchen and make my breakfast and then set myself up to do some videoing. Before I can get going the builder badgers arrive and so I go out for a chat and we run over the finer points of ground clearing and root disposal. We talk about latitude and ease of work as we walk the job and the badgers ask questions about services and electricity supplies. They appear to know what they are doing so I leave them to it with coffee of course, one black, one white with two sugars. Note to self to buy more sugar, what we have is so rock hard in the packet it is a feat of mining to get enough for the first coffee. The badgers get to work and I retreat to the sofa office to create a YouTube video for the new poetry collection.
First crisis of the day is when my cup of hot breakfast water falls off the coffee table that I am about to work from and drenches the extension cable with all the laptop and phone plugs plugged in. What follows is me being irate but together enough to switch the extension cable off at the wall before taking it all apart. I spend a long time soaking up water out of the carpet and then crawling around on my hands and knees giving everything a full blast with the hair dryer. It takes ages to get it all dry enough to resume working. I have just about managed to plug it all back together when the builder badgers wave good bye having cleared the way for Eddie the ground clearing guy to arrive tomorrow and crack on. It will be another early start tomorrow and likely to be for weeks to come now.
Finally I get to sort out making my YouTube channel video for the new poetry collection. I have a couple of goes and get a version that will do the job. I manage to get into my channel and upload the video, setting its release time for noon today. The video that I posted I have posted below, I hope people like it, I chose one of my less acerbic verses but I might make another video and see if it goes down any better.
Let me know what you think. I make lunch and then take a walk to the village shop to get some cash and to pick up a paper. The journey takes it out of me and when I get home I have to rest. However it is not long before Tesco delivers and I am busy unpacking and squirreling away the goodies. With that done I am almost spoonless so I settle down to do today crosswords and to watch some world snooker. As the afternoon progress so does my discomfort when I go to the toilet to the extent that I end up taking co-codamol to get away from the discomfort. At the end of the afternoon my partner return from work and the garden guy arrives to move pots out of the way of the builder badgers so they can get on with their work in the morning. I try to catch up with the blog as I wait for the co-codamol to kick in.
It is clear that my evening needs to be quiet so I plan to watch a football match and try to get an early night before the builder badgers get going in earnest. At tea we experiment with lamb burgers from the local butchers and are pleased with the outcome. I feel slightly odd as a result of the co-codamol so this is where I shall end the blog for today. Over the coming days and weeks I hope to be watching the garden project come along and finally to sitting out in the summer sun shine.
Today is the last day of cycle 11 of my current chemo, St Georges day. It feels like it should be a significant day but it just feels as if I am drifting further away from where I could be. My next oncology review will be on the 16th of May, it will be by telephone and I suppose the “onco boys and girls” will be looking to bung me another three months worth of chemo as long as my blood pressure has remained stable and my PSA is going down or is stable. Not exactly the level of interest I would be looking for at this point in my disease progression.
Monday and I am awake quite early and set on doing something today. My partner brings me hot water and asks my plans. I have none really so we discuss the day and the options. I quickly check my messages and do my vitals before getting up to dress and make breakfast. I use my nhs app to order my next months drugs and smile at the thought that I could just order another hundred co-codamol, I resist the temptation and stick to my regular mix of drugs. My partner makes a face call to our youngest daughter and I get to “chat” to Maximus my youngest grandson. He is of course a delight despite having no language yet he is able to engage me with peek a boo and gurgling. With the catch up call done I prepare to accompany my partner to the gym, she to do Pilates and me to be somewhere other than the lounge at home. As it turns out I end up in the gym lounge indulging in berry tea and a bacon brioche bun before transposing a poem from yesterday from one of my journals to the electronic file. I share it here it for no other reason than I can really.
383
This is a bad day after a poor night. I’ve no energy at all and everything is an effort. I struggled to recall Ginsberg and even more so Clematis. As my tongue twists around subdued synapse. I don’t know why this occurs, it springs like a wolf sensing a lamb in trouble. Co-codamol tempts me but it’s a cowards way out. I seek solace by reclining with TV and a mindless hope for peace and quiet, both in and out.
383 21st April 2024.
Its not a masterpiece but it does get some of the mundane stuff that goes on when these bad days hit me. Its the strange things like not being able to remember favourite poets names or the names of flowers in the garden that make me stumble. I find myself going through the alphabet to try and trigger recall, sometimes it works some times not, but eventually I always get there, its more a matter of dyslexic organisation rather than loss of memory. My pixies get confused at times and I can almost hear them slamming mental filing cabinet draws as they frantically search for where I put it down last. It’s worse on some days than others and seems to be most prevalent with names and proper nouns.
While sipping my berry tea I try to draft a letter of condolence to an old colleague whose husband has just died. I find it so difficult to find adequate words and the truth is there probably aren’t any. The funeral will be the day after my next oncology review and although I want to go to the funeral I have no idea how my review will go or whether the hospital will have contacted me about my appointment to sort out Uluru my bladder stone. I make a reasonable stab at it and file it to write out latter. I think such things should be hand written .
My partner returns to the gym lounge and we go for lunch at our usual garden centre. I am not feeling my best but when we get home I quickly write the letter I had drafted and take it to the post office where I also send another copy of a previously lost video letter. I pick up a paper and sweets and head for home where I do the crosswords and settle down for the evening. I start serious work on my Herod’s Children Crumulent Collection, which is a joint collection of competition failures and criticised works. I’ve dedicated it to Dyslexics and aspiring poets. The evening has a smattering of films and continued work on the collection, interrupted by a dish of filled pasta. I finally get to update the Tesco order adn take my night meds before going to bed. The builder badger doing our drive is coming at eight thirty in the morning to have a look at the roots that will need to be removed in order to relay the drive. It will be all go tomorrow from early on as my partner goes to work and people turn up to prepare for phase one of our building upgrade. Its about to become chaotic for at least three weeks.
Saturday and I wake up to a bad day. I instantly know when I wake that I am not feeling good and take it slowly. The most I manage is to accompany my partner to the local garden centre to buy food for the weekend. By the time I get back I’m feeling ropey and retreat to the recliner to passively watch sport most of the day. My evening sees me finish the Blue Lights series. My final acts of the day are to set the dishwasher on its way and to take my night meds. I decide to add co-codamol to my meds in the hope that I get a good nights sleep.
Sunday arrives and I sleep late, so it appears the co-codamol has done the job I wanted it to. I am surprised by my partner who brings me breakfast in bed. Its a lovely surprise and I am motivated to get up and make the effort. I am feeling better from yesterday and hope to do a bit more during the day. I start by doing some life admin and then as my partner goes to the gym I tidy the kitchen and then hoover through the back library room. There is a general clear up going on in the house at the moment so I get a pile of old computer stuff to sort through and discard, apart from a brand new wireless mouse, which I immediately plug into my laptop. My activity catches up with me and I take some time to watch the London Marathon. It brings back memories of the times I ran the race and the different experiences of it, but most of all the memories of the training. I used to run almost everyday come rain or shine, its something I miss. One last admin task is to update my Excel spread sheet of my vitals. From the look of it cycle 11 of my chemo is going to show no average elevation of my blood pressure, my sats remaining even, my heart rate is in the same range and finally my temperature does not vary by anymore than 0.2 degrees. So my arithmetic is holding up.
The garden guy arrived and continued to save as many plants as possible from the planed building work that is due to start this week. Its not the ideal time of year to be doing this as many of the plants in the garden are coming into flowering but it it is unavoidable. I just have to accept that the garden will need this year to recover and look forward to next year and probably the year after as well. If everything survives the moving the garden is going to be pretty full of perennials. I watch the FA cup semi final in which Coventry almost upset Manchester United by coming back from 3-0 down to force extra time and then lose on penalties. The garden guy works like a Trojan to move all the plants from the front garden before drive work starts this week. He will be back on Tuesday to move all the pots from the front.
The evening comes around and the family eat tea before my partner and I indulge in Rom Com evening. Once a week we watch a romantic Rom Com, I am not sure why but it seems to be an evolving routine. On checking my emails for messages from the garden builders I find one from Amazon publishers who are telling me that I will get paid royalties on the 29th of the month. It is another twist in the journey of putting my poetry out there. It feels quite odd to think that I have slipped into this world. I am still not sure what is going on with this side of the process. My collections are on all sorts of platforms internationally at the moment, I’ve looked. My question is how any revenue of any of those platforms could pay me royalties unless the Americans have set something up to skim of the royalties when they put the collections onto the various platforms. I guess these things will become clear as time moves on. At the end of Rom Com evening I catch up with the blog, take my meds and go to bed hoping for time tomorrow to catch up with my to do list.
