Lazy days

I wonder why some people wake up full of energy to rock and roll at 4am, while others are like logs until noon. Teenagers definately fall into the latter category, but what about the rest of us? Are these traits set in stone, or do they change along with altering circumstances? All these questions because today, for the first time I can remember, I opened my eyes and saw a number past 8am on the clock. I simply don't know what to make of it.

There have been two interesting pieces of 'news', which are not at all news to most other people:
Firstly, I heard a spot on tv yesterday in which they exhalted a charity that takes ladies with breast cancer on yaght day trips. It's nice that people make that kind of gesture, but who are they, who are they associated with and why would someone dealing with chemo want to be on a rocking boat in the sun (sunshine definately banned according to my doctor)? The whole thing makes me nauseous at the same time as full of admiration for people who engage in good deeds.
And yet another phenomenon cropped up in my consciousness today. We were out and about for a change and the sales assistant in the shop wore a badge that insinuated "cooking for a cure". Most curious... I was told that there is a group who cook charitably in aid of breast cancer. Golly!! Can I get in on that? I would definately cook / walk / try to help out, not to mention enjoy it to boot.

Adam has earrache and virus symptoms, so he has been banned from coming home until he is well. What terrible parents! Actually, I look forward to seeing my children and wish I could live a little more vicariously through them. They are way more interesting than I am. Lee is running around in Manhattan, doing all kinds of admirable things. Guy.. well, he is possibly most motivated of all. I wish he knew that his personality and character are so impressive. Ok, that was my boast for the day. My children put me in my place and keep me there without mercy.

That neulastin has made my bones a bit rubbery. I need to get busy so as to forget all of the minor symptoms. It's a total waste of time and energy considering them at all. I hope to be back on track by the end of next week. Enough kafoofaling!