Chemo, second round
My doctor gave me a sympathetic look and said 'That's too bad.' By which I understood that perhaps I should just give up on Messiah. I'd been planning to go with Geoff Landis and Mary Turzillo, friends (and fellow writers.) So I sent them all the tickets in the hope that they could find someone else who might want to go.
Yesterday I handed in grades and finished making copies and signing letters of recommendation for a couple of people interested in grad school, then stopped and picked up Chinese food. My fortune said, 'Prepare today for the demands of tomorrow.'
In other news--I finally cleaned up the kitchen.