I guess I am getting better because I stayed up later then 'normal' watching the Jazz almost squander away their game.  But I coughed all the way through home teachers and when they left they refused to shake my hand.  And I did get out of the office mid after noon and take a short nap because I was so fatigued.  But I did get up and into the office by 6:30 a.m. and I have been pretty busy all day.  Sheila called me after her haircut appointment and I told her to go and get some of her errands done.  Then we had a discussion about the definition of 'high maintenance'.  The way I define it she is and it isn't a bad thing.  The way the world defines it she isn't and that is a good thing.  I am simply telling her that she is so special that she requires my best and then some.  I could say the same about me and any of the rest of the family.  We all live a life that requires 'high maintenance' because of what we are looking for ahead.  Right now I probably need to take my medicine before I go to bed.  I know I am not better quite yet.  But I believe that it is possible.  For awhile I wondered if we would ever get better.  I am just hoping for enough recovery that I will be able to sing with the ward choir on Sunday.  It looks to be a most unusual Sunday, what with it being Christmas and all that goes along with that.  It seems a simple request and a likely outcome, but then I've been thinking that since about Thanksgiving.  Cough cough cough...........