Well, it certainly seems to work better for me if I have the oatmeal for lunch.  I started with my usual egg this morning.  I can’t say I felt like swimming the English Channel, but neither did I feel like hiding under my pillow.  I did the hand laundry, gave myself a brief (and not very intense) workout, prepared cookies, but didn’t bake them. They need to chill before they’re baked, and the recipe makes a huge quantity, so I divided up the dough and refrigerated it; I’ll freeze at least one of the portions, and probably back only part of the other one.  I can always freeze it later.

I did have the oatmeal for lunch, and it went down a lot more easily than it had at breakfast.  So I still don’t know whether it’s breakfast in general or simply after an infusion, but I think I won’t take chances.  The egg (actually, one egg and on portion of pasteurized egg white, raising the protein without adding a lot of additional bulk) goes down so much more easily.

My back is very achy today, and that’s slowed me down some.  (It’s an arthritic condition that I’ve been feeling on and off for years, but didn’t identify until it showed up in the CAT scan that pinpointed my cancer.) I relaxed over Tinker, Tailor.  There’s something about LeCarre’s prose that I find extremely satisfying.  It reads very smoothly.  (I like it so much that I once tried reading a novel of his that wasn’t a spy story.  The style did nothing for it and the plot turned me off to the point that I think I didn’t even finish it.  I’m not sure I’d react the same way to it now; that was years ago.  I can’t even recall the title.)  Anyhow, I’m savoring it.

A quiet day today, but a productive one.  Back to work tomorrow.