The to do list is long. My remaining energy is less than that required to complete each and every task. If I could, I'd ignore the pile of laundry on the dresser and the comparable one on the living room sofa. I'd skip this blog post yet again and crawl into bed, exhausted. Yes, I'm exhausted.
The week has been filled with all of the things I 'needed' to get done pre-chemo. I feel like I'm nesting. While Baby Flynn is cooking right along, it's too early for that. I'm looking forward to those days though, pulling out a bin of newborn clothes to ooh and aah over their tiny sizes and go through all of the 'remember when...'
For now though, I'll share with you the last three weeks of 365 photos, then, at least for me, there will be a crazy, last-minute sprint through the house, and I will finally heed the call of my pillow.
Walt asked if I'd be able to sleep tonight. Yes, I will sleep soundly on my Chemo Eve. I'm ready for tomorrow to come, to begin this battle in earnest. Yes, I am ready.