I made it through the week

Somehow, I made it through the week. If I'm being honest, I certainly haven't kicked the jetlag. But I'm close - maybe only an hour or two off-kilter now.

I went to the rheumatologist again today. He claims I'm the first person he's ever seen lose weight while on Prednisone. I told him it was the Humira making me fat, and now I'm losing all the puffy weight that gave me. He just shook his head. Apparently that's not normal either. Figures.

C-man has his Cub Scout Blue and Gold dinner tomorrow. He's getting his Wolf badge. He's thrilled.

I have wine club tonight. I'm just hoping I make it through a full glass of wine before falling asleep. Thank goodness for 3 p.m. double espressos.