The weekend was not one of the more relaxing ones I've had. In fact, I'll just say that it was rather emotionally charged and leave it at that… My shoulder gave me grief for most of it and, as a new twist, a glass of bad rose wine went down like a molten goblet of acid and took up residence in my stomach for most of last night. That was really horrid too, because I'd cooked a kick-ass curried roast beef too. Bleh.
This week is going to be a wild one, I forecast, cause I have to do a lot of prepwork on short notice. I need to write up a conference poster for PRIDE and get the student intern geared up to maintain PRIDE in case there are problems while I'm away next thursday and friday. Katy's leaving for Leicester on tuesday night and having her op on wednesday. I won't have a chance to see her until thursday night (if she's home) or friday morning (if she's not). She's getting anxious about it. It's a routine operation… it should go ok. Right? Right!