On the illness front, I’ve had a very good few days, in spite of lots of leg pain. I’ve rearranged some things, sorted out some things, cleared up some things, had the maintenance guy come and fix the leak in my sink, finished the third book of the trilogy my friend John loaned me, reorganized files on my laptop, and got up at 9am four days in a row. Four. Days. In. A. Row. I am so tired it isn’t funny, cause I’ve been getting no more than three or four hours sleep each night. Getting up at nine doesn’t mean I can get to sleep any earlier. Is that fair, I ask you? No. No it isn’t. But it’s been a great few days anyway. I’m happy.