Even though he likes his sleep, Mingus whines to wake me before six most mornings. Something must have disturbed him yesterday because he started at 4:45 AM. Although my hives have finally cooled down and no new itchy patches have risen, three weeks of prednisone are making me rather manic. I'm coming to the end of this course of meds and hoping that I'll be free of them. Earlier this week I was a ball of furiously unfocused energy. Although I got quite a bit of vacuuming done, staying on task doing anything else was a bit of a challenge. As were coherent thoughts. And sleeping. Something I've taken has altered my sense of taste so just about the only thing I want is a tall glass of Coke (full sugar, caffeine-free and even better if you buy it at the Mexican grocery because they get imported Coke in glass bottles Coke made with cane sugar). I'm not much of a soda girl, but that strong peppery fizz does cut the deathly metallic taste that will not leave me.