Energy = 4.5/10

I've been meaning to write for a couple of days but just haven't made it till now. I'm so vague I can't even remember what has happened since Thursday....

Oh, I remember. Friday was quite busy. I was tired. No surprises really.

We all piled into the car and headed in to the city for Dave to do a voiceover job. While he was there, I went to get a blood test with my two young friends. It didn't take too long, but it took quite a while to get across the city. We picked up Dave and headed down to Brooklyn Park to a farewell service and lunch with the Anglican formation group. I am glad we all went, but it was tiring and I didn't do much when we got home.

On Saturday we all went to Starplex, as is the norm, and I did Body Balance. Once again, it was good to move and do some sort of exercise. After that, Maesie and I went to the post office and then to get a few groceries. Back at home we had lunch with Dave's sister and her family. I had a tasty turkey and salad roll. I just realised that I didn't have cranberry sauce though, which is an indication of how tired I was. I think Saturday night was uneventful.

Sunday we had church followed by a church lunch. It was good, but tiring again. I'm just tuckered out much of the time.

Today I have been fairly useless. I organised the car insurance renewal, tried to work out whether there is anything left of some thousands Dave once had in a superannuation account, watched part of Aladdin with Maesie, got a blood test, rested on my bed and that's about it.

Tomorrow I am heading into the RAH again for what will hopefully be my penultimate doses of vincristine and bleomycin.

As I sit around not doing much and reclining on my bed, I have been doing a bit of thinking. I have been reading a book called "How good are you? Clean living in a dirty world." so I have been considering where our household stands environmentally and thinking hippy thoughts. Things are quite screwed up I think. I shan't rave about it here....

I have also been scaring myself with many thoughts of crafts and things to make, which is spooky. It seems that having turned thirty I feel the urge to create, as well as taking an interest in history - something I was never particularly fond of. I am just getting more and more nanna-like.