Today was the same as yesterday. More errands to get the house back in working order. I had a good time disassembling the power washer and rebuilding it. It is a fascinating piece of equipment, simple in design and very effective. Of course it has expensive parts too. I have a penchant for finding just the right way to wear out the most expensive parts in any system. But at least I don't own a Jaguar, expensive parts and Lucas wiring, double damned.

My blood sugar has been so low all day that I haven't taken any insulin. It peaked at 200 after a whole day in the low 120s. Several weeks ago I was happy to get it below 350. I have felt fine all day. Full of energy. except you know, a find spring day, 80 degrees, and just because I can and most of you can't, I took an afternoon snooze. The pleasures of not working. May not last though. I actually applied for a job today. This is going to be bizarre, am I going or die or get a job? What a quandary. Most likely neither one. I couldn't get a job right now it the fate of the Free World rested on it. Been unemployed for 6 going on 7 years, semi retired as my wife puts it. Human resources departments look at that 'employment gap' as absolute proof that I am certifiably unemployable under any conditions. Something about being out of the rut for too long and being capable of unfettered thinking I guess.

Anyway, enough of the good times. Tomorrow is Thursday and I will go dark again. I can't wait to see what this round of chemo will do to me. More hair loss? Lose my eyebrows too? Nausea in three flavors for three days? Oh, lovely chemo with its revolver reality, six cylinders of possibilities, which one will come up, when and for how long?