Saturday and Sunday -- Fly, Snowflakes, Fly...

I've been laying low these past two days, watching the mindless weather coverage on our local TV stations. It's all so silly, but there I am watching it.

All the stations have the reporters spread out over the area to show us what we can figure out by looking out of our windows. It's snowing. It's cold. It's probably not a good idea to drive. Not really compelling nor dramatic.

But there I am watching it unfold from the comfort of my couch, cat on my feet and hot cup of coffee within an arm's reach. Not a bad way to spend the weekend.

Actually, snow or no snow that's how I'd have spent the weekend. Got that chemo-related weakness, remember? That's still hanging on, although I am stronger a little more each day.

Tuesday we'll find out how much of a hit my blood counts have taken from this new bug juice. I suspect that we'll make an adjustment on the dosage and I'll be less fatigued. We'll see.

I'm afraid that my hair will start to fall out again. The shower was a little more fuzz than usual this morning. It'll be upsetting if it goes, but at least it we know it grows back. I'm afraid of losing my fingernails, which is a side effect of this juice. That's disturbing.

So long as we keep fighting and kicking and biting and slamming and hammering and punching and slapping and mauling and pinching and chopping and destroying and killing this disease.

Anything less is unacceptable.

The Eagles won! I was so happy to see the players so happy that I cried. I'm such a sap.