wheezy not sneezy

dad's 2nd friyay of radiation seemed to go smoothly. i even parked alarmingly close to a concrete pillar and came out unscathed. 

i wore my hair in 2 high stubby ponies and my tp earrings. new shirt too.

asthma has arrived on the scene and i want it not. short of breath.  soooo tired even with 7-8 hours sleep. rattly wheezy chest. smoker's cough. ugg.

martha went on a walk with me. my last check on the roeders. it was wildish-dark n breezy. then we picked up white spot. muff gave us all gc's. so we had a special dinner.

after dinner a game of course. skipbo. martha and i won.  as is only right.  dad went to bed and we watched the new persuasion after which 9:45 felt like 1:45am.

zzzz.

ps. i did laundry today in direct result of being completely out of undies. it was dire.