I sort of do not really know what to write about anymore. A lot has happened in the past two weeks, and I am just a bit confused by it all. I do not really feel like writing about it, except to say that I have been (am) sick. And on Wednesday I am going back to the hospital for more tests. They do not really know what is wrong with me. Or if they do, they are making me wait until mid-January to tell me.

We leave for America soon. It will be an interesting experience. I hope I will still enjoy it as much as I had planned, in light of the point above.

I am wearing my new necklace that I bought for myself (if you want something done..), and it makes me feel good. It has two birds on it.

Jeremy and I have formed our own book club. We bought two books we had been thinking about buying for a long time, and are reading one each. Surprisingly, I am lagging behind - Jeremy has already finished his and I am only halfway through. That probably has something to do with going to bed at 8:30pm most nights. I am trying to finish my book by the time we leave, so that we have a fresh new book each for the trip, and a twelve hour (and two-week) journey to discuss.