We had Densmores over for brunch on Easter and it was lovely. I wore a freaking apron. An IRONED apron no less. I also ironed the table cloth and napkins. Sweet Lord. That took about everything I had. I made a mental note never to do it again. That’s why they have dry cleaners.  Lisa and I drank Mimosas while the boys made out with Bloody Marys. In between freak hail storms the kids did an egg hunt in the backyard.

I have felt pretty good for two days now and that’s terribly exciting. Having energy past 5pm is unexplainable. It’s been 3 weeks since the start of Methotrexate so perhaps that’s my lucky charm. My hair is coming out but strangely this doesn’t alarm me yet. I have enough hair for 2 or 3 other people so it’s not an issue…yet. And just to fully explain what I mean by “hair coming out”, it’s not a Lifetime Movie of the Week scene where I have an enormous clump of hair in my hand and an obvious bald spot. It’s more subtle than that. I just notice a lot more hair coming out in the shower and when I brush my hair or run my hands through it. No need to be alarmed. (people who tend to get alarmed, you know who you are)