At Long Last Friday

You were leaving to go to the grocery when I got up at 6:45. You had had a little trouble sleeping during the night. Then I remembered they had given you an anti-nausea steroid drug right before they started the chemo yesterday. Our neighbor had said she had been on steroids, too, when she was getting chemo for breast cancer, and that she had been amped. At 11:00 p.m. she'd be up cleaning out her attic. She got so much done that she didn't have anything to do for a month before Christmas. You have a weird cycadian rhythm as it is, I don't think you need steroids to start making it any weirder.

Today I dragged myself through the paces. It was raining and it was one of my students' birthday. He and his mom brought in little kits for everyone to make a gingerbread craft house. Fortunately it was foam and not real gingerbread. The children had a great time and I think everyone felt successful. They announced we would not have rainy day schedule for lunch. You can sure tell when the administrators are off-campus! No sooner did I start walking my class to lunch than it started to rain. Great! Fifteen minutes for lunch.

I visited Dad. I came home at 5:00. You were gone. You sent a text saying you were at Fry's and would be home in an hour. I think you have forgotten it's Friday, it's rush hour, it's raining, and you are in Los Angeles. I don't expect to see your little face for quite some time. I said I am so tired I could get in bed now. You said the same. We've done that a lot. We'll probably do it a lot more.