Don't know if it's the steroid pills and the anti-nausea pills or something else, but Friday and Saturday are near-normal days, packed with activity.
Bridge both days (a winner Saturday with a 65% game, best score of the year so far), shopping, a couple fine Local Restaurant Week dinners (last-minute luck gets us into Coco over on Main Street on Friday, while Brioso in Williamsville on Saturday is the first place in the 10 that I called where I could get a reservation for six at a reasonable hour). All that without naps.
Sunday starts out just as perky, but soon gets woozy and wobbly again now that the steroid prescription has run its course. After picking up the Sunday Buffalo News and a stop at Target, the rest of the day descends into doubt. Muscles droop. The brain fogs in. After lunch, I want nothing more than a nap. But first a call the city desk at The News to tell editor Rod Watson I'm not going to make it in tonight. That's a decision that still feels right after the nap.
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