Sylvia's Journal

the red thing is an exercise ball, handily velcroed to my sling

This morning I gave up sleeping upstairs at about 4 AM after witnessing all 60 of the minute changes from 3 to 4. Sleeping in a semi upright position is not very comfortable. I finished the night downstairs in the recliner that was for month my nest and cocoon, two years ago

It’s a bit of a déjà-vu for people walking into the house – Sita and Tessa with their men running the house, fussing over me, draped over de recliner. The big difference is that Axel is also fussing over me.

I stopped taking the painkillers after a day and a half. Even so I remain dopey and without any stamina. Typing one line of an email message exhausts me.  Each line requires a short snooze to replace the energy used. What was I thinking about being able to be doing work at home?