I seem to have gotten through the frantic day of antsy-ness that accompanies steroids. The itching was gone after about 24 to 36 hours. The wide-eyed, wide-awake, beat-of-a-different-drummer time was another 24, I guess. As of that night, I was nagging to go out to McDs at 10:00 p.m. just to have something different to do, so I was definitely not myself. HRH talked me out of it. Yesterday was more like me.
I know that it has affected me because I dreamed that blessed was married to John Denver, who was alive and well, and they invited us all over to their house.
Went over to dd43's today to see the new porch treatment she has done. She has decided on graceful vertical ironwork balusters with tech-wood railings, and it should last a long time. My gingerbread, however beloved, was starting to deteriorate after nearly a quarter-century. Frankly, it was prettier against the brick, but what she's chosen is extremely strong and makes a very welcoming porch space.
Dd43 and I went out to the library