Early to rise.

Today is infusion day. I am up, listening to a radio documentary on Shakespeare's 1606. Apparently it was a cracker of a year, though not if your name was Guy Fawkes.
This months infusion feels very necessary, I've been out and about quite a bit, culminating with Andy Taylor's wedding last weekend. Andy asked me to be his Best Man earlier this year. I was surprised and very honoured to be asked. The lead up to, and the wedding day were excellent. I got to meet Andy's family and his friends, all of whom were really cool people. I found myself standing up in a Presbyterian church, where my Irish Catholic script knowledge stood me in good stead;  until one pitch at the end left me quiet, looking at the floor, riding the words out until we hit the Amen that I hoped was coming. Onto a lovely reception, where I got to deliver a really nice toast, which would baffle those who would have expected the English roast of the groom. No chance. This was a lovely wedding, cock and tart jokes unnecessary.
The wedding done, Beth and I returned back to house stuff, where we got to watch the outside of the house being transformed by a top notch group of painters.
"Ooh," we both said, "Should have done that 12 years ago."
Today, I would like my energy levels to be given a similar touch up, so I can have lovely paint on the outside of the house, whilst the blood barriers whistle through my veins, and my MS goes back to quietly sulking, and biding its time.