Given my ongoing illness, not much has happened to me over the past few days, other than that I have completely caught up on the TiVo backlog (except for "Trading Spaces," which I may watch only with Rob present). With so little recent inspiration for this journal, I resort once again to a memoir.
Picture it . . . . . . . . . . . .
Oh dear.
Given my current drug regimen, I cannot seem to remember anything.
I am adrift in the eddies of space and time.
I am hungry for a chocolate chip cookie.