I'm on a plane headed to NY via Chicago. I decided before I started chemo that after I was done with treatments I would take a trip to visit Elisabeth, so here I am!

I have been having fun doing dishes, laundry, and cleaning the house. Kind of shocking, but when you consider that I've just finished 8 months of forced inactivity in that regard, it makes more sense. I was a little worried that so much time to lie around reading might make me love it so much I'd just want to keep it up, but apparently I don't.

Last week I scrubbed the tub. Watching the grime disappear, and feeling energetic the whole time, and not needing to lie down afterwards was a real treat. In addition, I have taken the moral stance that Reuben & I have to do a job first, and then we can do something fun, and then we do another job and something else fun. I find that I like this too. On Monday it worked really well, because Reuben had thrown Legos around the toy room, and the sleeping bags I'd aired out after the Disneyland/Beach camping trip were still laying in there. Within an hour we had the place entirely clean, and then we played Candyland!

Several people have had a quick 24-hr flu lately. Yesterday the only people who went to school were Steve, Chris, and Joe. So far Reuben, Chris and I haven't succumbed, and I'm praying that I'm not carrying it with me to Elisabeth, and that Jazon won't have to deal with more of it at home.

My hair now covers my head, no bare scalp showing, and is long enough to comb, part, and it brushes my ears. Never having had hair this short [at least since I have been old enough to care], I am wondering what to do with it. I don't think I want to spend nine years growing it out long again. Maybe New York will inspire me.