the early bird special

It has been a long, not hot, summer.  A few weeks extra off chemo, trying to straighten out my colon, get off all the stool softeners, blood pressure drugs and try to feel human after the long cold depressing winter.  On the rare occasions that I get out of the house for a non-medical reason and try to go for a civilized meal I feel rather like a senior citizen in Florida going out for the early bird special at 5 pm, to eat half a meal and bring home leftovers to eat the following day.  I don't have the energy to go out at 7, instead I might be asleep by then.  Not that I ever feel rested but I can fall asleep then, as the battle continues.  Maybe it is a war?