The beginnings of a cold, and feeling utterly drained. Phoned Janet this morning who was having her stent put in this afternoon. I dragged my butt through the day, and by 5.00 could barely string a sentence together, written or spoken. Arrived home, thank God, and Lorraine had been busy shopping, and I sat on the gold sofa braindead, ate food and went to bed. Had listened to The Good Soldier on my travels. I really like it.