Happy belated Day, WindSparrow!

I am up for an onerous task day. I'm currently writing a big chunk of my thesis that has been so slow, it's getting me down. Also I have to renew my disabled students' allowance, and that form is long and ridiculous. (I give them the same answers every year. Yes, I am still studying. Yes, still studying the same thing. Yes, my PhD is taking me forever. Yes, I still plan to finish exactly when I initially planned to finish. Happy now? Meh.)

Thank you, Seska!

Tons of thesis~ma, Seska. I'm sorry you have to deal with so much bureaucracy.

I'm waiting for a food delivery because I had a free delivery coupon, and I decided it was just too damn cold to go to the market. Then blood work and volunteering at the library bookstore.

Tales from the Drama!

The best thing of all this is that Hubby's daughter is back in his (our) life, which makes him very happy. There's always a soap opera twist, though. Kara's mother, Hubby's first wife, wants to become buddies, and she thinks it would be lovely if Hubby and I and she and her current (fourth? fifth?) husband hung out together.

No way in God's or anyone else's green earth.

I despise that woman for what she did to my man. What she's done to several men. I can be in the same room as her, I can hold strictly polite conversation. That's it. Of course, Hubby and she would have reason to communicate, they have a child in common. But she conspired against him, manipulated him, lied about him, and consciously spoke ill about him to his daughter. There's something vaguely creepy to me about her wanting to be all cuddly with a man she used and the woman who has demonstrably been able to put him with him much better than she had. And to expect her own current husband to be pals with us.

Right after I married Hubby, ex-wife came up to me, gave me a sweet smile, and said, "I hope we can be good friends." Why? Why would I be friends with you! Hubby used your upcoming wedding announcement as part of the evidence against you at the divorce hearing! Which you didn't even bother to show up for, because you were too busy arranging your next marriage!

I so dislike that woman.

Connie, I think spending time with Kara is a good thing for your Hubby, but there is no reason I can see why you should have to spend any time with his ex. How is your DH doing today?

He's good, but he feels achy, and he's dreading the side effects to come. We've heard so many horror stories of what can happen. But he's realizing that he does have a new tribe. He's sharing tales with the other people in the treatment room as they all sit together getting poison pushed into their veins, comparing hats and coping methods. He's becoming known as Grouping Therapy, because he's been talking about going to the shooting range and imagining his cancer as the target. That goes over well here in Utah.

Good to hear. I know my dad (in his much less critical situation) is getting a ton out of his own tribe of prostate cancer guys as he goes through radiation.

Connie, it sounds like he is making the best of the situation. Tribes are important.

I am on the flip side of the situation you find yourself in with hubby and his ex. KCD's wife, B, and I get along great. I do my best to let her take the lead in the level of friendship she wants as I don't want to be the pushy ex. When it looked like I didn't have anyone to take me to the surgical center next week, she offered to take a day off of work to take me and wait for me. She still may take the day after off so I'm not home alone while CJ is at school. I'm extremely thankful.

Suzie, I'm glad that B is so comfortable with seeing you as part of the blended family.

Connie, yeah... no. (About the ex. not about the shooting the hell out of the cancer)

Thank goodness for Excedrin. I woke up with a headache that felt like there was an entry wound on my forehead and an exit wound on the back of my neck. Given the way I have stopped feeling for the hole on my forehead, I live in hope that the exit wound is going to go away soon too.

Adriamycin, aka the red devil chemo. Been there, done that. It's hell on the heart, though. (My heart seems to be fine.)

Well, your heart was superior to begin with.