The tired goes down to my bones

I was sitting at my desk today and started just fading away. It became difficult to do anything. Man, but do I need the next four days off. It will help a lot. Just let me get through tomorrow so I can chill. Then it's dealing with the fam time.

We are still waiting for a start date for M's chemo. The doc called today to answer some questions for him and said she was still working on getting him one. She lectured him about being good over the holidays and not putting on too much weight because of our friend Pred. In the interim, we both need to have a flu shot and pneumonia vaccine before he starts treatment. He feels OK, but he's been really breathing heavy. It's a bit concerning. And his Coumadin levels still aren't where they're supposed to be.

And yes, I have officially given up on NaNoWriMo. Yes, I am a loser, in case you were wondering. Seriously, I couldn't justify churning out that much shit just to make a word count. I have better things to do. But it did feel good to be writing again, but I'm just not that disciplined. Which saddens me. I read somewhere that Stephen King churns out XYZ number of pages a day, every day. Of course, that's why he makes the big bucks.

Have I mentioned my birthday is Monday? Hee hee hee. Only a few more shopping days left, people. Sapphires are my favorites.