Steroids, Snow and Cinnamon Rolls

And Mojitos, or at least half of one. After the lengthened chemo light day, I was feeling great. We had reservations at Rachel for dinner with our neighbors, Ray and Irene, and I was looking forward to pasta and good wine. But that was not meant to be. We got a call saying Rachel would not be open because almost everyone had cancelled reservations because of the icy weather. I understood, though was disappointed. So Jerry and I went in search of an alternative. We ultimately settled on Little Havana, just a few blocks down the hill from us. It’s quasi Latin food and mostly a bar. But we really wanted to go out and it was close. We slid down the hill to dinner and there were a few other couples having dinner and a handful of people at the bar. Little Havana is definitely not a place to drink wine. I considered a Dark and Stormy, which is ginger beer and rum, but when they told me the “ginger beer”came out of the tank, I decided on a Mojito. I don’t know if it was too sweet or I’m spoiled by Havana Club, but it just didn’t taste right. I mostly stuck to water. But my dinner was actually quite good. A ridiculous amount of grilled chicken and black beans and rice. Despite my steroid high I couldn’t finish it all and had the rest for lunch today. Sleeping last night, as usual, was a joke. I mostly stayed in bed, thinking interesting thoughts. I’ve got to get a robe so I can wander the house on these nights. Just think of my Fitbit scores! I did fall asleep at around five am and stayed in bed until almost 8:30. Today, getting enough fluids should not be an issue. All I want to do is drink. I will hit my half gallon and then some today. I was reading emails this morning and came across a cinnamon roll recipe that I decided I must make. Maybe not the most rational idea, but today is not a particularly rational day. But they are in the oven and the kitchen is a mess. I feel a bit shaky, but it is likely from the steroids so I will just keep drinking and wait for the calm after the storm. I had a lovely call today from my friend Scott who lives in Oakland. He asked the questions he wanted to ask and he liked the answers. I’m halfway through treatment and I firmly believe I will be cancer free. Scott is a wonderful cook and we talked food and about how lucky we are to have found amazing partners in life. I reminded him that Jerry and Max are lucky as well, because we, too, are pretty fabulous.