Friday: Laying Low, Staying Home

Today I slept in until almost 10 am. I was exhausted, probably by the last two days of activity. I made myself get up and take a shower, then prepared breakfast. It was an utterly gorgeous day. I finally took my bicycle out and rode it around a little. Then I went for a walk, despite feeling pretty lightheaded. I walked a mile in the soft spring air. This is my favorite time of year. I just love the new growth, the trees in bloom, the leaves budding, and the daffodils springing up.

I was pretty tired by the time I got back, but I had the energy to make a nice pot of vegetable soup. I’m getting back into my vegan diet again, although I have to cook food for now until my gut heals enough to deal with the raw stuff. Tasche came in while I was cooking the soup and I invited her to have some. Together we downed bowl after bowl of the stuff. It was great. I really enjoy having another vegan in the house. She’s so appreciative of my cooking. Imagine, a vegan who actually likes vegetables. I’ve known too many teenage vegetarians and vegans who hate vegetables. I’m so glad that Tasche is interested in good nutrition.

So after that, it was time to go back to bed. I finally downloaded my email after several days of neglecting it. I’ve been reading most of the afternoon and taking it easy.

Howard is still in Los Angeles with his mother. She’s not doing so well. She has congestive heart failure and is very weak. She could go at any moment or she could hang on for months. He’s flying home tomorrow and will spend a few days here, then go back on the road. He’s thinking of going down to see her again soon. I think that he should spend as much time as he can there since she may not be around for long.

David and Tasche are going to Port Townsend this evening to see Petra perform. David still has the Rotten Cold, but he wanted to show his support for Petra so he’s willing to drive the four hours while in not-so-great health. I wish that I could go see her but that’s out of the question at the moment. I can’t imagine going out of town yet. It's hard to tell if this exhaustion is mainly from the lingering effects of chemo or the Rotten Cold. It's been exactly two weeks since I first came down with the Rotten Cold. It's really been tenacious.