I also got sort of discharged from my occupational therapy. Stay the course for four more weeks with the exercises and such, then try to taper back up to my normal left-hand activity. Everyone at work voted for me to go off my drugs tomorrow so that I could have a beer at Terry's alcohol-inclusive going-away lunch. I won't be doing five margaritas in three hours again, though.

Last night I finally updated Dear Denzel�a long one about diminished sex drive and what to do about it.

Gotta go sit at the dining room table now and anticipate the home made spinach and riccota ravioli with creamy pesto sauce. Mmmmm-MMMM!