I slept well, but in short bursts. I kept waking up believing I'd never get back to sleep and then going back to sleep. It was just weird.
Somehow, in the night, I got a blood bruise the size of a quarter on the back of my hand. Sigh. It's been so nice to have regular hands these past few weeks. What the fuck did I do last night while I was sleeping?? Oh well, it doesn't hurt. It's just ugly. If I have to be plagued by something, this is probably the least onerous of anything.
Otherwise so far this morning is way better than yesterday. My hands are no longer cramped and my lungs feel like they normally do - the elephant sitting on my chest has, apparently and thankfully, left the building.
The pool opens at 8 and my plan is to be there then. After that... I got no plans. Maybe I'll go find some breakfast. Maybe I'll come home and make my own. Baseball is at 11.