The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Monday, March 23, 2015

Time to strip paint.

Hot flashes with springs of sweat. Removed all cloth last night, and Eleanor decides it's a good time to stand on my chest. I disagreed and scooted her off.

Usually, this runs about two weeks, start the timer.

Friday, March 20, 2015

Petering out

And done. With intense misery and exhaustion. But it didn't last long.


Monday, March 16, 2015

Time to step back

Starting again, of course. At least it wasn't last week. No wonder I was tetchy over the weekend.

Which I kinda knew.