My kind, courageous, gentle, calm 'boss-become-close-friend' lost her battle with cancer and last weekend I went down country to the small country graveyard where she was laid to rest. A little over a six hour drive each way was very tiring and it has been a hard few weeks. How I am missing her!
This weekend I am taking quietly as I have a head cold. No energy to knit or stitch but I have read a book or two. Coldrex makes me sleepy, lemon drinks keep my throat happy and the evening walks are on hold. But this morning the scales were my friend - a total of 5kg lost. And an email from Kazumi says she has mailed a package of chocolates:( Will I survive that temptation?