Blue morning, blue day

Hi everyone:

Patty is being troubled by an upset stomach this morning, which is in turn affecting her ability to sleep, so she's pretty fatigued as I write this. She awakened at 5:30, and has been awake ever since. She's relaxing on the sofa while I continue work on a client project and on some marketing (in pursuit of more client projects.) Fortunately, she's enough removed from her chemo treatment that headache and nausea are pretty much a memory.

I'm not sure if this means anything at all, but one of Patty's heels was hurting yesterday and is completely numb today. Of course, everyone has aches and pains from time to time, so this could be nothing at all, but every unusual symptom in Patty stimulates at least a little worry for us.

Last night, we watched Last King of Scotland. We were impressed by Forest Whitaker's performance, and thought the movie was good, but again felt the overall experience fell short of the hype. This seems to be the case with many of the flicks we watch these days. Perhaps the best movie we've seen in a while is a French Canadian indie film called C.R.A.Z.Y., which was in many ways like a much more dysfunctional and adult version of A Christmas Story.

In spite of the nice weather, last evening and today have been somewhat blue days around our house. Sometimes, the worries and fears about everything seem larger than life, and moments of panic set in. So, for example, a malfunctioning lawnmower seems like the product of a conspiracy by household objects. The inability to upload a document seems like a major failing of our computer and of the Internet. And a "scurrying" sound from one of our walls seems like it just has to be wildlife. This is the environment in which "what would we do if..." questions, all with unpleasant answers, seem to take hold. We try very hard not to indulge these blue moments, but sometimes they become the uninvited guests it takes forever to send packing.

Okay, enough of that. We are still waiting on the latest PRA numbers; I'll share these when we receive them. Patty has a routine appointment with Dr. Costanzo tomorrow; I'll let you know if anything new and interesting emerges from that discussion. And that's our story for right now...

Love,
Brian