Climbing back out of the chemo hole

Yesterday I managed to do some cleaning and make a decent dinner, and that was it.

Today I've done laundry, cooked, cleaned, knitted, read some law to Bravest, and done a few errands outside of the house. Plus, I deliberately parked further away from where we were going than I needed to, in order to walk further.

My legs were quivering with exhaustion by the time we got home, but nothing that a few hours in the reclining chair didn't cure. Too bad I have to wrestle with the larger of our two cats over Chair Control. He always loses, but he's persistent, which makes sleeping an interesting proposition.

(The cat in question, James Boswell, is just smart enough to know he's not human and to be annoyed about it. Our other cat, McLeod, likes being a cat just fine, and is consequently much easier to get along with. Naturally, I love Boswell best, and spend much time being nice to Cloudy to make up for my poor taste.)