That is pretty much it for goals, and I wouldn't even try to do that, if Jed weren't still visiting and able to drive me. So tired of being debilitated. And tomorrow is the last MRI, which I admit, I'm sort of dreading -- not the MRI itself, which I will hopefully nap through, but the injection of contrast. I am just SO tired of needle sticks, I can't tell you. I swear, I'm developing -- not a phobia, exactly, but some real resistance to them, and maybe a bit of dread. It doesn't really make any sense -- it's not as if they're getting worse or anything, but somehow, I just hate them more and more.