Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow...

But I have much more to be thankful for than that rather hung-up Danish prince.

Tomorrow is the Last of the Chemo. I am really not fully recovered from the last blast -- still tiring much to easily, and enduring an irruption of mouth sores, rather late. The pain woke me several times last night. Consequently, I skipped church. And the Wonder Family were going to come over for dinner and to make applesauce, but Little Wonder is coming down with a cold; so I forwent the pleasure of their company.

Ah well, subs are a fine meal if you get enough vegetables with them.