Confession is good for the soul.

I've heard it said that confession is good for the soul.  So, here it goes.

I am tired.  In my tired state, I am doing things I wouldn't normally do.

Like, clean part of the bathroom at a time.

Like, make dinner from boxes and mixes.

Like, this week:  I broke out some open toed shoes.  The last pedicure I had was May last year.  LAST YEAR.  I looked at my sorry feet and decided that something had to be done before I went to work.  So, I painted 4 out of 10 toes.  Just enough for the ones poking through would be pretty....the rest of them would just have to be jealous.  It took me 2 days to get the rest painted--it was quick and not very well done--but it was done.

The next confession is going to be funny if I get feed back.  May 1, 2012 I started chemo, it was also the last day I have worn deodorant or antiperspirant--really anything on my armpits.  I haven't been able to handle the (good) smell.  Today, I stood in the "smelly armpit product aisle" and smelled things for a good long time.

I chose one.

I took it home.

It's now in my cupboard staring at me...wanting to be used.  I am not sure if I can bring myself to do this: I will keep you posted.  It might not be until tomorrow morning that I bring myself to try this out.