The Other Side

Well here we are, the Monday of the first week since March where I'm not heading to New Jersey to get irradiated. 

I might have been a little too happy about that on Thursday.  Two out of three nights at my favorite NYC pub and the middle night at Keens Steakhouse celebrating my in-laws anniversary lead to many hours of napping or just laying around listening to birds and rain and cars going by yesterday. 

Doctor Internet says fatigue normally lasts 3-4 weeks after treatment but could last up to a year.  Great.  Well on the bright side I have a medical reason to continue working from home a couple days a week. 

High 60s, rainy this morning but mostly sunny right now. 

Doors and window open and listening to the birds is a new favorite hobby.  Nothing clears the mind quite like it, and it keeps me from consuming media which for the most part is a good thing in our post-rational era. 

I still have my Treatment Shoes, by the way.  Still haven't decided what to do with them.  Presumably there's time. 


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