I did start writing a post, but I’m just feeling too tired and blech to try to make it make sense. So in an incoherent nutshell, today was spent trying to fix a problem with my PDA, then M and I did some painting. It served to temporarily take my mind off feeling crappy, so that’s probably a good thing. I’ve now got cramp in my hands from holding the brush to do the cutting in. Tomorrow it’s sanding and painting the trim.

I went to bed as soon as we got home, and slept for about 3 hours. Fortunately M taped Iron Chef - that’s such a cool show. M’s looking after me really well - I’m not the easiest patient. He’s bringing me tablets, putting Vicks on my chest, and giving me warm scones :) Unfortunately I can’t taste anything again, so I may as well eat cardboard. But they were nice and warm, which my cold body appreciated.