Before I got sick, I used to love really long days with lots of meetings.
This was one of those days. I had a lot of, lot of meetings. The first one started at 8:30 a.m. The last one ended at 9:20 p.m. or so. In between there were others, and visits, and other business.
I packed a lunch AND a dinner.
I shared a concern with two friends and received their support and later the problem was resolved to the extent possible for today. (Let's just say the church uses a flawed payroll company, and the flaws always seem to come out in my electronic deposits.)
I got home and sat in Pure Luck's lap.
It was too late to see Light Princess; she was already asleep.
Sam and Molly are taking advantage of my late night to get an extra cookie and trip outside.
I'm still pretty keen on long days, I just know they're not so good for me.
Tomorrow will be shorter.
And I have to conclude that I actually must be feeling better, because I got through this day okay and am doing pretty well. This may mean the miserable I felt over the weekend had to do with prednisone withdrawal. Maybe the methotrexate IS working. I'm hopeful.