Iím not unhappy to say goodbye to this miserable week, although itís ending a whole lot better than it started. I didnít even take any medication today, so you know Iíve got to be feeling better. Iím still a little weak, though. Itís been hard to keep my eyes open at times throughout the day.
Now if my phone can get fixed tomorrow as scheduled, Iíll be happy. Happier, anyway. Or at least closer to happy. Happy as itís possible for me to be, given all the parameters and circumstances.
The phone was working most of the morning, and I was tempted to call off the repair person. Iím glad I didnít, because the bad static was back this afternoon. Just like yesterday, some of the time I could tell who was calling. I had a couple of calls where I couldnít hear anything on the other end and had to hand up, hoping I hadnít offended anyone. I wouldnít even know whom to apologize to, so thereís no use dwelling on it. And yet, dwelling is what I do.