Every Monday I wait for a delivery. A very important one to me. Monday is the day that my pharmacy brings my weekly stock of liquid food. There was a time I couldn’t eat anything but liquid food. It is going rather well at the moment, but the solid food is still hard to process. Today was such a day that everything couldn’t stay inside, so I count my blessings I still have the opportunity to stay strong by drinking the liquid form. While waiting for the pharmacy to ring my doorbell, I did the wifey-jobs. Ironed all Ramon’s shirts, did a little housekeeping, just enough to fool myself the house is squeaky clean, and sat down to draw a little. So now the fridge is stocked again with chemical tasting banana drinks, finished a drawing, and dinner food is in the oven. I’m happy.