Saturday

Sometimes, there's just nothing going on. Such as today. On the other hand, I have not mis-medicated myself within the last 24 hours, so this is a good thing. I have no complaints.

Yesterday, which was Friday, I woke up and I felt just like myself, as if this whole odd Crohn's thing was just some wacko dream. I moved through my morning routine with energy, and was awake and alert the whole school day. It was really neat. I guess I should eat gefilte fish for dinner every night.

Today not so much, but that's okay. It's certainly a process, and I'm certainly going forward. So, no complaints. All I did today was go to the cleaners and make a quick trip to ShopRite, and since then I've been watching TV or vegging or reading, or napping like I was drugged. Also okay.

R is in DC for the weekend for work, having fun, I hope. (And working, but this is a fun kind of work.) K has just spent the afternoon keeping R's little kitty company; she might as well study there as here, and this way little Trillian's not alone for as long. If I'm up to it, we may make a visit there tomorrow as well, make sure she's got water and dry food. R won't be in until late tomorrow night, so it wouldn't hurt to check.

And that's my story. I wouldn't mind a Target run tomorrow, either.

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