Interfered with

Had a visit from The Enigma (father) at the weekend so had a few days when I wasn't welded to the keyboard.  Excellent time and a lot of laughs with lunatic new projects developed.  The Enigma has decided that he prefers me to use his real nickname "Pancho" so I'm happy to oblige from now on.  I gave him the name Pancho when I was 3 because he was reading me a book called "Pancho and Miguel" - it just stuck.  He has no idea what is in store for him so on his head be it.

Another reason for the reduction in output is that the new chemo has really kicked in and I type like my fingers are bandaged together.  I've had far worse things than this chemo (like the time I was squashed flat by a steam roller) but it's a nuisance and interferes with already marginal concentration levels.  From today, I'm letting the other me take care of it, so if he does his job I should be back to full ahead whilst he sits in the corner moaning (sad bastard).  The doc had the foresight to give me some sickbegone pills and they seem pretty effective so there shouldn't be much chance of me ending up with a technicolor keyboard. There will be more.  This me IS BACK