Howdy Ginger Thankyou for the garden photos. They look amazing. I've started digging up a bed near my house. About the plant corn seedlings. I need to do my snow peas too. It's been a slow bounce back from hospital. Not quite working as normal yet. I thought I'd come good the day after hospital. It seems my entire journey, I've been underestimating how much impact these things have on me. Regardless, I think I've been handling things well. Keeping a close eye on my state, pushing myself without overdoing it, doing as my wife tells me (mostly). It's now over a week since I went to hospital and aborted the Capecitabine intake, so I shouldn't be cytotoxic at the moment. That takes a bit of pressure off and a bit of a holiday for the next 9 days. How's the virus Ginger? I hope your rivers of snot have dried up and your head feels less congested than Northbourne Avenue at 8.45am on a weekday. I can't imagine coughing was pleasant on your butchered abdomen. As I found out, those muscles are a part of coughing... and sneezing... and laughing... and many other surprising movements (because that catch you by surprise after you make them). I shaved my cancer beard. It was going to endure it journey right through my treatment. I did trim it down a few weeks ago, but this time, went the whole hog. Back to smooth cheeks. Everyone says I look younger without it. I don't mind so much, but I'll be doing more job interview in the next few weeks. Probably good to look younger in the IT industry. I'm enjoying the warm weather. Makes it so much easier to cope with cold sensitivity. But I'll tell you a funny story. My wife and eye went out for dinner and it was aweful service and very disappointing meals. So we didn't bother with dessert. On the way to the car I suggested we duck into McDonalds and grab a sunday. Not the worst idea, although, it was very disappointing to see obvious drug deals going down inside MacDonalds and not a clean table in sight. Not the family restaurant they advertise on tele. Anyhoo... neither of us remembered my sensitivity to cold food, so the first spoonful in my mouth was like razor blades. Then we sat there and laughed at each other for forgetting. Even funnier, I'd normally blow on hot soup to cool it down I was blowing on the sunday to warm it up. So we sat there for an awfully long time while I wrestled with my Sunday. It wasn't easy but I finished it. So now it has spike an experiment, where I'll try eating another sunday this Tuesday and another the following Tuesday to see how it improves. Perhaps from a cleaner and less junky ridden McDonalds location. Btw... my new song hasn't progressed much, but my fingers are able to play the guitar now, so I might try to lock down a tune. Still have to work out how to include cheese in the lyric. 🧀🧀🧀🧀🧀🧀🧀🧀🧀🧀🧀🧀🧀🧀 Ciao Ginger
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