Will you still love me to-marrow - John Mycroft and Multiple Myeloma

Can I stop exercising now, please? Moderately energetic weekend is winding down and I am stuffed.  Reffed three soccer games yesterday (energetic 11 year olds - at least I can still run as fast as they can when I need to).  And then Sam and his mate Li needed driving to the school prom about 10 miles from here and, horror of horrors, picking up at 11:15 p.m., an hour I haven't seen  - except when getting out of bed for a pee - for several months.  Slept til nearly 8 a.m. to make up for it.  After a leisurely read of the paper, Susan and I took mercy on my nocturnal bathroom habits and moved the furniture around in the bedroom so my side of the bed is now close to the bathroom door.  (Yes, we could simply have changed sides in the bed but where's the fun in that?)  One of the upsides of having put hardwood flooring in the bedroom last year (or the year before or...) is that we can simply slide the furniture around rather than carrying it over carpet....

NC Colleges, here we come It's the time of year when a young man's thoughts turn to next year's college choice so,as Susan is back at school, what better opportunity for Sam and me to take a college road trip across North Carolina.  I must admit that part of the plan is for both him and me to find out what the heck the difference is between a $10,000 a year state college and a $40,000 a year private college (other than $30,000 a year - durr).  It also gave him a chance to see what my chemotherapy was all about - I think he had ideas of my being strapped to an operating table and raised to the roof during thunderstorm.  Once that was done, we hopped in the car and hit the road. Before we went, we had had a discussion and dry run of what to do if the person driving the car passes out.   Not that I am in the habit of doing it but it may come in handy one day.  (Sam is still not allowed to drive as our beloved idiot governor withdrew funding from drivers' educa...

Insomnia's quite nice in small doses As cycle 2 of my chemo winds down, it's nice to look back on some of the fun and not so fun bits.  A decent part of my medication consisted of steroids - 10 little pills a day for 4 days on and 4 days off.  Not surprisingly, they didn't exactly encourage sane sleep patterns and I found myself either staying up until 1:30 a.m. or getting up long before dawn, typically 3 a.m.  For the first few days it was actually very pleasant - I was wide awake, not feeling dopey or hung over and really ready to get stuck into stuff. I finished my school report writing a week ahead of schedule (unheard of!), created whole new load of school projects, evaluated robotic equipment for next year and wrote a handful of useful programs for converting companies' website into books (a flaky lump of code I wouldn't have the nerve to let anyone else use).  Eventually, however, I did start to feel hung over as a result of the lack of sleep and I am de...