On the sixth day of Christmas, the Good Lord gave to me...
...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!
Yeah, I've been hyper way into the late hours of the night, and I've been awake far too early in the morning. I must be yearning for my "brain on steroids" days last year, when I was writing articles and my book while recovering from brain surgery. But I finally had a good six-hour stretch that was good quality if not good quantity of sleep!