Monday, March 17

Feeling much better today. Less tired, less sore, more normal. I worked from home. Andrew and I met with our kitchen designer. (When she came in and said "I love your hair!" I said, without fanfare, "Thank you!", fighting my impulse to declare IT'S A WIG FROM AMAZON and eschewing unnecessary explanations.) Andrew made an amazing shepherd's pie and chocolate Guinness cake in honor of St. Patrick's Day (a holiday I would otherwise have forgotten about). I am still just ravenous; I could have eaten the entire shepherd's pie. I'm not exaggerating. I can literally feel my body frantically burning energy as it scrambles to heal from this chemo cycle. It's doing a good job.

While Andrew and I worked, the kids read a lot, made pancakes, and walked to the grocery store to buy Lucky Charms and then got bubble tea. I love their sisterly excursions.  

Tonight Andrew had a late meeting and the girls and I watched Lost. Is it...too confusing now? I sense we are all losing interest just a bit as the dead rise and flashes of light shift time and characters who never before wielded guns are now well-armed. Just...what? I hope for resolution and clarity. I doubt it will come. I yearn to finish the series so I can finally read about the show and all its mystery.