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The Minutes of This Week

Daily schedule: Laid in bed all day. Got up occasionally to eat and put in an hour or so of work. Isn't Lyme disease fun?
  • Playlist for daily rest periods: Billy the Kid and Rodeo by Aaron Copland; The Last of the Mohicans; The Village; Lady in the Water
  • To ward off depression, listened frequently to the Reba McEntire/Justin Timberlake duet, "The Only Promise That Remains."

WEDNESDAY: Saw The Screwtape Letters - literally one of the best live performances I've ever seen, and that's saying a lot.

THURSDAY: Held a friend's newborn. I had forgotten how cute and cuddly babies are.

FRIDAY: Saw my sister's latest play. Left Alexandria at 11:oo p.m. (snow had just started). Arrived home three hours later due to crippling effect of snowstorms on Northern Virginia drivers. It was an adventure.

SATURDAY: It snowed while my family cut various capers indoors and out, such as digging the minivan out of the snow on the side of the road and relocating it to the driveway, escorting home on foot some friends who had spent the night, attempting to retrieve my sister's car from a nearby neighborhood where it was stranded, and dancing to sad-sounding music. Mostly I just laid in bed, feeling very happy. It's good to all be together.

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nlr said…
I'm sorry you're not feeling well still. I hope that you start to recover soon. I have been recovering from another bout with Lyme disease myself (although I caught this one early and am feeling better already). I also have finished school. I would like to come visit you, after Christmas. :)

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