Good morning... or "morning"...or something like that.

Tom, I think, could tell how exhausted I was when I called him at 8 this morning. He just called me back (about an hour ago) and suggested I NOT take him to The Press Room this afternoon, if for no other reason than that wheelchair is pretty heavy and I have to horse it in and out of the car (after I empty the stuff in the back of my car that I cleaned out of HIS car yesterday...).

Well, actually, I'm completely drained. My brain is fried and I think I may actually have picked up a bug, too, since I've been so completely exhausted and feel like dog shit.

I'm just incapable today of doing ANYTHING or going ANYWHERE. The session will have to go on without either of us. I'm going back to bed, turning the phone off and praying I can get back to sleep for awhile.

I have to work tomorrow, but I'll see if I need to arrange to take part or all of Monday off so I can cope better with working Tuesday. I really need to be in better shape when Tom comes home because that's not going to be what I'd call "easy" either. (Though it will involve a LOT less driving all over hell and gone...)

Sorry. This whole ordeal has made Tom's heart surgery back in 2004 look like a walk in the park. For me, at least. Maybe it's just that I'm eight years older...

I'm going back to bed.

Linn