The other day on a whim, I took a much-overdue drive down the Glebe.
I rarely go down the Glebe, really, because I don't have any particular reason to. But when I do, I always stop to take pictures of this soybean field and the little barn in the background.
Well, we all survived Thanksgiving. My father is home and recovering nicely from all his health woes, although last week he was readmitted for a fever. Thankfully they were able to control the situation, and he could return home in time for a fabulous Thanksgiving feast.
I completed my third chemo treatment last Wednesday, which means I have nine more to go. So far, I continue to feel OK relatively speaking. My hair has started to fall out, but thankfully I have so much of it, there's plenty to go around. It's possible, although I'm not clinging to the notion, that I won't lose it all. But if I do, I do.
Aside from surviving, I've been trying to work when I can, although the commute and the stress of my job make for long days. It's shocking to realize the Christmas season is upon us once again, speaking of stress...I don't have the energy to battle with my huge artificial tree, so I am going to have to do something different this year. What that is, I've not yet figured out. But it's going to involve a smaller, easier tree. (Is there such a thing as an easy Christmas tree?)
Anyway, that's about it from my neck of the woods. I hope all is well with you.