On the eighth day of Christmas, the good Lord gave to me...
EIGHT hours of sleep (???)
...seven book group buddies
...six hours of sleep
...five Messiah solos (and one duet)
...four Mighty Oakes
...three Hallelujah cheers
...two chemo drugs
...and an MRI with good news we could see!
Okay, my second "day of Christmas" that mentions getting some sleep!
The kids have long been sound asleep (sadly, our night owl son is asleep early because he is sick) and my dreamboat husband cleaned up the kitchen after dinner and I got some things off my "to do" list today and so I am actually ready to unwind and catch up on a full night's sleep! Can my body handle the shock? It'll be cool to find out!