Day -15 : We have normality, almost

Done with school for the year, no chemo to guzzle or to have pumped into me and a detectable appetite back.  I even had a moderately normal night's sleep last night though I can live without waking up at 2:30 a.m. feeling like I'm in an oven.  So today was a mixture of the prescribed exercise (a bit of gardening while I am still allowed to) and a hefty dose of walking round the mall.  The trip to the mall was largely to equip Sam with a suit for his upcoming Caribbean cruise - I get to be filled with all kinds of nasty chemicals.  But at least I get to hang out in my jammies rather than putting on a suit.
It would appear that male fashion this year dictates that men should go barefoot.  Couldn't find any men's shoes in either Belk or in Dillards.  Dillards is one of those bloody awful shops that puts signs on the wall saying "Norbert Krunge" rather than "Shoes" so we may have missed them.  We also bypassed the food court, preferring the more relaxed surroundings and better food of Wild Wok.
The afternoon carried on with the penultimate episode of "Dirk Gently's Holistic Agency" on BBC America, "based on the books by Douglas Adams."  I thought I'd read them all but thus far, other than the name of the main character, I have yet to see any similarity.  Fun all the same.

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