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We bought pizza for dinner Saturday night because time got away from us. We had chicken to cook, but by the time I looked up, thinking to start, it was already after six. Not my finest moment. The pizza may have been a mistake. Something I ate certainly was. I was up and down all night with serious reflux, and Scott had trouble with gas all night.

Cordelia got us up at eight. She wanted her candy. We always fill a bunch of those plastic eggs with candy and "hid" them around the living room (I use quotation marks because none of them are particularly hidden, especially now that she's almost ten. When she was three, she had trouble finding them all, and we had to keep careful track of where we put them. Now, not so much). This year the eggs held only chocolate as she'd specifically asked not to receive jellybeans. Her basket had more chocolate, including a largish chocolate bunny, and some peeps and chocolate marshmallow things of some sort (I think they were rabbits, but I wouldn't swear to it).

I ended up lying down again after I'd taken all my meds. I didn't sleep, unfortunately, but it helped a bit. I got up around noon and got dressed. We were expecting people over at one for Cordelia's Disease Detectives practice. Usually, they meet at the nearby library branch, but the library was closed for Easter. (The coach hadn't realized the library would be closed. She was surprised when I asked her if there would be a practice and, if so, where.) They all arrived on time and sat around our dining room table. I lay down again after they had all arrived.

After Disease Detectives, we packed up the car to go to Scott's parents' place. We took broccoli and a loaf of bread as our contributions to dinner. I wasn't very social once we arrived. I spent a lot of time leaning on Scott and thinking about how much I wanted to be sleeping.

Dinner was a pork roast. There was salad, potatoes and asparagus, and Scott's sister had cooked some apples with sugar and cinnamon. After dinner, we watched some home movies from when Scott and his siblings were quite small. Scott and his siblings paid to have them digitized a while back, and Scott has been editing them and burning them to DVD. Most of the home movies in this batch were quite early. Scott was in all of them. His brother was in most of them. His sister was in about half of them.

Dessert was a cheesecake sampler that Scott's sister brought. I think she bought it as part of a fundraiser of some sort. Scott's mother couldn't have any because she can't have gluten and there was flour in all of it. Scott's father couldn't have any because he's allergic to dairy. I had half a slice of amaretto cheesecake and half a slice of mint chocolate chip. The pieces were still rather frozen. Scott's sister, when figuring out how long to thaw things, took the time listed for a single slice to thaw rather than the time listed for a full cake to thaw. This was a full wheel of slices, packed close together, so I think the full cake time would have been better.

We got home about nine. As soon as Cordelia was fully in bed, I started getting ready for bed (she occupies the bathroom for quite a while, and there's not much I can do when I can't get in there). It was still nearly ten-thirty by the time I turned out my light.

Cordelia and I got up at seven this morning because we expected her friend and her friend's brother at eight. They didn't arrive. We waited and waited. Finally, I e-mailed their mother (nobody ever answers their phone, and they don't have an answering machine). She told me that Cordelia's friend was ill with a cold and related asthma and that she'd left it to her husband to make the call as to whether or not to keep the kids home (which meant him missing work). Apparently, he decided to stay home with the kids. I'm not sure why he didn't think to call me.

Cordelia was disappointed, but she managed to entertain herself. We had leftover pizza for lunch. I did call cherydactyl to see if her daughter could come over. She couldn't today but will tomorrow. Cordelia seemed happy enough with the promise of that.

I haven't done any writing since Thursday. I hit a point with what I was writing where I felt that everything I had to say was dull. I'm consulting with one of my beta readers to see what they think. I poked a little at the idea of another Chronicles of Narnia story, but that hasn't yet come to the point that I can write it. I did look at the book it would be based on, and one of the characters receives no physical description beyond being beautiful and wearing green. I need to figure out what she looks like as part of preparing to write.