Thursday, February 5 - Monday, February 9: Go Sportsball

Behind on these posts. In a nutshell: 

Andrew was supposed to come home from Germany on Friday but didn't get back until Sunday because of an ice storm in Berlin. We also had bad weather and I chickened out on taking Lucia for her permit test on Saturday morning. The girls and I hunkered down to play games and watch This Is Us. The basement is inconvenient...but also pretty cozy.

Sunday was the Big Game. We usually host a Super Bowl party but, obviously, there is no hosting this year. So we went to the Clarks'. The girls and I brought our 'analog bags' and busied ourselves with various crafts while others watched the game. (We had some crafting company, too.) I did a Valentine's zentangle; Greta colored and worked on a puzzle; Lucia started bedazzling a book cover. We did watch the halftime show.

Monday, Lucia came home from school saying she didn't feel well, so that's not great. 

The house continues to be chaotic. Random areas of ceiling have been cut into to access plumbing. A fireplace person told us we should (but, importantly, don't immediately have to--I stopped listening after that) remove and rebuild our chimney. The Mystery of No Cold Water has not yet been solved.

I'm well into my first pack of kisqali and doing fine so far. I know it's cumulative and that side effects are likely to emerge, but so far, so good. It's weird, but I look forward to taking it every morning. For me, feeling powerless is the worst part of [waves hands] *all this*, and I feel powerless when I'm not doing anything. Waiting for this drug to be approved was torture. Now I'm in it and taking action which is infinitely better for my state of mind. I, the eighteen-wheeler, am getting back up to an acceptable speed and the highway is clearly marked. (And that, my friends, is the end of that metaphor for now.)