
Have I told you what a sweetheart you are?
Before I became ill, I was a master (mistress?) of logistics -- the Queen of Six Impossible Things Before Breakfast. Now I am so dull-witted and forgetful and fearful that I can only
hope to manage not to screw anything up too terribly -- but you're right, it all begins with
lists, and then research, and then more lists, and phone calls/appointments, and always baby-steps along the way.
But not this week. Not yet.
