I just had a gig cancelled and I'm fine with it.  I didn't get out of bed until 9.  Actually I feel a surge of energy knowing it is cancelled.  Interesting.  Having an eight hour drive ahead of me on Sunday, plus work, plus eight hours back on Tues...well, I guess I do feel better knowing I don't have to do it.  And as for the money...well, it just throws it into next year (if he really gets approval to do it and that's suspect).   I got an unconditional apology from Perry but we still haven't talked on the phone.   He is thinking I was talking about that one email and I'm talking about a larger issue.  I don't think he "gets" it.  but then...do I really "get" what it is to be in a wheelchair?  Probably not.   He apologized again - better this time.  He gets it.  I'm gratified. I took one vicodin last night and boy, does it make things better.  I had Barbara for dinner and we watched a movie.  I still hurt a bit but I could read in bed and felt alive. I woke up at nine.  Feel okay - a blessing.  I'll work out as soon as my ipod is loaded.  walk the dog and grade papers after lunch.  Tonight I am in the play.  I'll try to avoid taking a vicodin as it makes me chatty and I want to be cognitively connected to my lines i.e. I want to under do it rather than over do it.