The 14th of February. Oh boy, what a sleep. The hotel was comfortable enough, but the pillows were dreadful (squishy as fuck), so my first night of no stress in my own bed was beautiful.

I was at the chiro this morning which was also lovely/painful after my two days in the wheelchair. My neck and shoulder were awful, so much hard squeezing and crunching. We had to pop into Sutton so I could put some money from Monday night into the Anthony Nolan account, then get some food and litter from Lee's because Shaki was bringing us a new kitten!

His name is Mac, he's black and white, and eleven weeks old. He was very chatty when he arrived, but has soon settled down. He's very friendly and purry. Not going to be a problem at all, just have to wait for somebody looking for a solo kitten.

I finally got round to writing about Monday. Took a while, but I had to do it before the memory fades. Mommy got an email from Mark saying how he felt quite emotional, and what I said reminded him that what he does is worth doing. Of course it is. He is the hero of my life.

The 15th of February.

Today has been so tedious and infuriating, I am almost disinclined to tell you about it because you will not thank me.

This morning, I wrote about yesterday. Very meta - writing about writing about writing. Then I made it my purpose of the day to finally delete these sodding photos from my phone. I don't understand why it is so difficult; something is definitely not working as it should.

To pass the time this afternoon, I have read a decent chunk of Gnomon - only about 200 pages left. I also started watching Altered Carbon. To begin with, I was very confused. I think I'll have to watch the next one at least before I really get it.

At one point, I found myself looking out of the window and getting rather deep into my mind, thinking about being a human, such a tiny speck in an enormous universe, then I had to snap out of it because that's not something that needs delving into on a Thursday afternoon.