I'm tired and don't feel like getting out of bed. I feel bad that it's Marty's birthday and I haven't been able to get him anything or celebrate with him...instead, he's just taking care of me, as always. I just want to rest and sleep, rest and sleep.
We did the Sunday crossword puzzle, which was pretty easy, but fun. I've read about as much as I want to read of the Sunday papers. I'm bored. My friend Prudy, who also has COPD and is waiting for a lung transplant, called awhile ago and said she'd be coming for a visit, and would call back to let me know when, but she hasn't called yet.
I can't even think of anything to write about. I'm bored...and I suppose I'm boring.