The comb over.

I have a comb-over, at least until tomorrow. Amy gave me the scarf for Christmas. It is a loose weave and wraps around my head nicely.

I'm trying to get back in sync with work. I made two visits today: a little guy who turns two at the end of the month and new baby born on Christmas. Work is distracting in a positive way. When I am making my visits, I am thinking about them not me. I just need to get my letter telling that I have cancer and what that means out to them. They are all asking about my Christmas and I don't want to get sidetracked on what a jolly time I had getting chemotherapy.
I had my writing class today and wrote some poetry. I swam 32 laps and lost a bunch of hair in the shower at the gym.
Well I am done eating for the night and it's off to bed for me. I report at 6:45 to have my port put in.