Sunday? Yeah, its still Sunday. Beth told me earlier today that I needed to stay up and sort out my sleeping patterns. She is right, though MS, a dying infusion, jazz weather, and a comfortable bed seem to have other ideas. This American Life pootling along in the background, well worth getting up for.
I know I ate well today, and this evenings dinner is looking good. What else I can manage today? Up for debate.
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