I think I slept till about nine, and then, after Marty made me some breakfast, I was reading the newspapers and listening to our favorite NPR radio program, "Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me," which is a humorous look at the week's news, and fell asleep again. Now I'm awake, but very sleepy, and it wouldn't surprise me if I drifted off again a bit later.
I guess this is just one more manifestation of my becoming weaker. When I woke up this morning I took off the mask and went to the bathroom for a few minutes without putting on my regular oxygen--big mistake, as it left me gasping and took me awhile to recover even after putting the oxygen back on.
Marty had suggested an excursion to Hartford today--there was a meeting he wanted to attend, and we have friends there we could have had dinner with, but being so low energy today it doesn't seem practical.
For breakfast this morning, Marty made me a Passover specialty, matzo brei--fried matzo--basically a version of French toast with matzo substituting for the bread. When Florence was here, we were discussing how to make it, and discovered that she and I shared one technique--softening the matzo with boiling water, before draining it off and adding the beaten eggs, while Marty used his mother's method of putting the broken up matzo pieces directly into the beaten eggs and softening it that way. I must say I think his method produces a chewier result, but I suppose it's just what one is accustomed to. Then, of course, there's the question of what to put on it--I prefer jam, Marty likes sugar, and some people like salt and pepper.
I have a feeling I'm not going to get much accomplished today...just too sleepy.