Finally in bed. From the couch to bed. My stomach feels better with less food in it. I already feel my hunger. The morning had been well. Only one appointed this morning with lunch. My eldest son brought me home afterwards; we didn’t went somewhere. At my home the sleep crawled in my body, dragging all energy out. My text book on my lap could not make my brains more active. So I spend half dead on the couch. And when my son left I was glad for the hugs, kisses and humor. But I admit more was not possible. Just being thankful for this short moment.

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