Shannon

Shelly Rae arrived on the morning train, and by dinnertime she’d concocted a lovely healing soup…full of warmth and spice and garbanzo beans and kale. Yum. Jay’s chemo pump clicks on. Demonhead progressed by all of ten words today. But they were *good* words. I read a little, too. But not much. That’s all I […]

Jay and I had a nice quiet day.. at the infusion center. Everything went swimmingly–just like last time, but without all the novelty and training and extra anxiety of the unknown. We were out of there by 2 and resting at home soon thereafter. Watched the third Pirates movie (which I had never seen), made

Jay is very funny about the stages of a developing writer. Of course, I have not experienced any of those stages, not at all. Nope. Not me. ____________ Actually, my writing quite literally began with an “I can do better than that” moment. And what’s funny about that is this: It was a nice little

Up here in Portland, that is. First impression: wow, it’s not raining. 🙂 Because that was some adventure, getting out of San Francisco this morning! The storm there is fierce, epic, impressive….wet. But it’s lovely up here. I think I even saw blue sky earlier. I lost two more pounds overnight, taking me just slightly

Diet still going well: lost one pound overnight, which is still well within my usual fluctuation, but it was better than *gaining*, anyway. Didn’t crave wine today, oddly. Did, however, crave starches, to the point of a bit of a bellyache for a while, which is gone now. Had terrible battles with the Laundry Overlords.

So far so good on South Beach. My body hasn’t completely wised up to what’s going on–it’s starting to, a little, but only just. It’ll get much worse, I know; and then it’ll be fine after that. Breakfast was lovely: 3 scrambled eggs with pimenton and half a sliced red bell pepper, and coffee. Lunch

…for tomorrow I diet. As in: South Beach, starting tomorrow. This last bit of wine in my glass, right here, right now: the last until February 1. Yep. Not to mention the giant bowl of vanilla ice cream and fresh strawberries I just finished, and the quesadillas for dinner, and the Junior Mints in the

After a lovely breakfast with Dad and Stepmom and Half-Brother (who are down from Points North to see the Cirque du Soleil, followed by Avatar at the IMAX) (and Half-Brother being so wonderfully healed from his tonsillectomy drama over Christmas) (and who told the Best Story Evar) (which I had not heard before, nor had

Mark is in town (got in late last night) and today we went shopping. See, previously when he’d been here, and cooked for me, he was a bit… underwhelmed… with the state of my kitchen. Specifically, how well it is provisioned for things like, you know, cooking. Well, I haven’t even been here a year,

As so often happens here in the Witch Building, the laundry machine is broken. The one that removes the wetness from the clothes; not the one that puts the wetness in the clothes. Unfortunately, the Witch did not notice the tiny sign meant to alert her to this fact until she had put the wetness