Renaming the days of the week

Happy Hobbitday

There's definitely a pattern developing here.  I woke up at 2:30 this morning, had a pee, jumped back into bed and soon realised that my night's sleep was over.  Having solved all the world's problems in my head (a quick check  on CNN online did not reveal that Trump has been abducted by Mexican rapists), I got up at 3:45 and fixed myself a delicious first breakfast - Typhoo tea (am I the only person who remembers their slogan on posters "Typhoo put the T in Britain" to which some graffiti wag would add an obscene comment about a town in Lincolnshire. I miss witty graffiti, even if was often crude.  Remember Richard Prebble getting kicked out of the NZ Labour Party caucus?  "Prebble without a caucus."  Brilliant.  Or the railway bridge in Westcliff - "Hihg Speed Hash" - who cares if they couldn't spell.  Or Exeter's "Tomb of the unknown brick", on a railway bridge brick.  But I digress), toast with Scottish marmalade - thanks, Laurie - and a banana while everything got itself ready.
Yesterday was chemo day - 10 steroid pills and a somewhat unpleasant needle in the belly fat(Velcade, if you're curious - if you have an hour to spare, google it and read the side effects).  So yesterday was spent in a slow motion fug - not feeling particularly bad, like a mild hangover: bit of a headache, doing stuff took an effort, that sort of thing.  I didn't "hit the wall" as I usually do, more a case of sidling up to it and slithering down it onto the floor.  Achieved a few odds and sods - listed some stuff on ebay, found a new home for the bread maker (did I mention that Susan made the bread that I had toasted a few mins ago?  Brilliant in every respect), failed to find either of my sanding blocks, got Sam to paint the bathroom wall in the games room (secret of my success - tell him it will take 20 minutes and watch him go: he did a splendid job with time to spare.  So if he doesn't get into Centre College, he can always become a decorator) and made a significant start on offloading a Swiss stamp collection I bought a couple of years ago with the idea of doing just that.  Did a couple of Kenken puzzles so the brain is still more or less active.  Flopped into bed at 9 pm and fell asleep shortly thereafter.
So much for Steroidday.

On to Hobbitday

I've already described it up to 5:30 (the time now) and I am eyeing up the kettle with a second cuppa in mind (pint mug - no dinky Wedgwood here).  Susan will be joining me for second breakfast in an hour or so followed by the barely functional shell of Sam who bears a strange resemblance to Golom at that hour.  I expect to spend the day eating and rushing around achieving nothing before heading for school at 1 pm for my two classes of the day.  I must try hard not to expect everyone else to be hyper and suppress my desire to set them fiendishly complicated projects to build.
And in case you're wondering, yesterday marked 3 weeks without a drop of alcohol other than inhaling the fumes of half a bottle of red wine that went into the sauerbraten I started over the weekend and which I will now run away and turn over in the marinade.  Courtesy of 3 German non-alcoholic beers, I don't miss it at all and can't say I feel any better for it.  You'd have thought I'd have learned by now that when you're trying to fix a program or a machine, you fix one thing at a time.