Coping (just)

I'm still in pain. Somehow I managed to edit a hedge funds prospectus for one of my regular clients. And I knocked out 700 words for a newish e-mag on dining out in western Europe. But that was my limit. The diazepam has stoned me beyond belief and I succumbed to a siesta this afternoon.

The haircut, which should have been this afternoon, has been postponed for 10 days. I'm behind, again, on admin and my beloved P has bent over backwards to look after me in my hour of need. We had to cancel the romantic night out so he raced to the supermarket after work. Readers, tomorrow we shall be picnicking at home on lobster and champagne...