Crashed

Dave's sister left yesterday morning. No chemo this weekend, so it's "rest" days. Good thing, because we were both so exhausted that we went to bed at 5pm and slept for 14 hours.

Roger and Leigh stopped by earlier in the day to help move furniture - we're still emptying out the old painting studio and getting it ready to paint. Then we'll make it the new bedroom. Pam and John came by later to say hi and drop off some skin salve. I'm afraid we were zombie-like hosts. Apologies in advance to any visitors we fall asleep on.

Dave was still pretty whipped this morning, and getting worried about having the energy to return to work on Tuesday. He's been hanging out in the "dead elephant" today (see above.) That's the chair my brother brought over here a couple of months ago, for reasons too complicated to go into right now. Dave didn't like the chair, and he dubbed it the "dead elephant." As soon as possible, he banished it from the living room, so I used it in my studio. But with all the furniture rearranging around here, the elephant landed back in the living room and Dave's been using it more and more. Today he finally announced that it was a great chair and he was glad to have it.