Up and down the roller coaster we go

This morning, Cheryl got taken away early to get irradiated, and upon return, was nauseous and pretty much out of it. By this afternoon, thanks to happy fun drugs, we were fairly close to "normal" Cheryl, able to carry on a conversation with her parents and aunt and uncle to came to visit for our anniversary (and brought tasty cake, the bulk of which will probably be eaten by the nursing staff).

As of now, we're back to sleepy, nauseous Cheryl, as I think that visit pretty much tuckered her out (yes, I have a wife with the stamina of a one-year-old at present, 'twould appear, but that's the joys of radiation therapy and god knows what else). I suspect we will not get around to watching The Simpsons Movie tonight, and I'm sure I'll hear about it that I forgot to set up the TiVo to tape Project Runway (that show is on perpetual repeat on Bravo, however, so I'm sure she'll be able to catch up).

For some reason, Cheryl has taken to being a regular watcher of Mariners games. I can't imagine why, unless she's a closet masochist or has an unnatural and bewildering fascination with Yuniesky Betancourt.

Maybe she's just getting ready to watch lots of horrible University of Oregon baseball next year and needs to steel herself (oh, I'm gonna hear it for that one...)