The weekend after chemo is always a little rough. Mild nausea, extreme fatigue, an overall feeling of “blech.” But this being sixth (and last!) edition I know how to handle it, especially when it’s rainy and I don’t feel any guilt about not being outside or otherwise out & about.
Propped up on the recliner, “Endless Summer” radio on the SONOS, F1 Belgian Grand Prix qualifying on the TV (it’s way more rainy there than here – I hope Lando’s okay), and Magnum Contact Sheets – what more could I ask for?