Really tired of feeling like doggie doo.

Slept well last night, despite the war going on in my body, but still needed a late morning nap. Finished a good, but annoying book; got the app for fuel assistance filled out, papers gathered, and mailed; took 2 bags of stuff to Goodwill; and Tom and me to The Press Room.

Still not feeling great and the meds are interfering with my taste, so Guinness REALLY didn't taste good -- gave my pint to Tom and let Ari choose something that might taste better considering my condition -- ended up with Rogue Dead Man. Tasty even though my taste buds are screwed. But we left before six anyway. I didn't even try to sing anything.

This is really annoying. Two more days of the prednesone. Hope my life gets back to what passes for normal SOON.

Linn