Done yesterday

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A fair amount of good computer and music work yesterday. Nevertheless I ended the day on a seriously down note; sleepy, worn-out, and depressed. I guess a week or so of sleep-dep will do that. At least I didn't fall apart, so I guess I'm making progress.

Not many real-time emotion notes. That's a bit of a regression.

(07:05) Not to mention forgetting to flip the switch on the coffeepot!

Hippo, birdie, two ewes...

... to hvideo and thefrugalgamer!!!! Hope it's a great one for both of you!!

Upcoming concerts at Consonance

With Consonance coming up, it seems only reasonable to mention that my band, Tres Gique, will have a 45-minute concert slot on Saturday Sunday, at 1pm. I just got a look at the program grid and there it is. My apologies for the temporary confusion to all the people I told it was Sunday; it got changed quite a while ago (I had the choice between 1/2 hour on Sunday and 45 minutes on Saturday), but I neglected to update my calendar. Sorry about that.

I will be performing on Sunday at 1:45, as well, with pocketnaomi and cflute.

Hopeful

There was a gorgeous, full rainbow painted across the sky ahead of me as I drove to the hospital to see Colleen, with hints of a secondary bow directly ahead. I took it as a sign of hope.

I found her smiling, finishing off a plate of eggs and sausage, and much more comfortable with the epidural catheter (literally) off her back.

It made me happier than I've been in a long time.

I sang "Ferret Went A'Courtn'" at her request. The rainbow was still there as I drove to work.

The book I've been looking for all weekend turned up on my desk.

Happy Bear.

Colleen: one step back

Went in to see Colleen this evening. She looked pale and haggard; she'd thrown up her lunch and still wasn't able to move her toes. I spent much of the time simply holding her hand while she slept.

So her bowels still aren't functioning, and she still can't get out of bed. I'm wondering if this is related to her codeine sensitivity.

Grump.

River: rough water

I keep forgetting how big a bite hospital visits take out of the day. You start out the weekend thinking it's a chance to get a few things done, with nothing on the calendar. Two or three visits each day, plus a couple of hours running errands the other person would normally have run during the week, and you're sitting around Monday night staring at a pile of dirty dishes and wondering what hit you.

It evidently takes a toll in emotional and physical energy, too. The emotional part, especially, is something I simply don't have a good handle on yet -- I don't know how to think about it.

I'm coping better than I was two months ago, but it's still rough water.