Sky, I only get 3 or 4 hours on good days too, and it bugs the hell out of me. I feel like I should be able to do more. I don't know if it's the physical illness or the depression keeping me down, or both. I don't have limited physical mobility to blame it on.

As for how much I got done -- Blockbuster and Great Clips are in the same strip mall, which is on the way home from the bank. I bet it wasn't even 10 miles roundtrip.

I dunno. I go from freaking out over the fact that I have a potentially fatal illness, to thinking I should be just as fine as I used to be. More fodder for therapy, I guess.

Candy