Monday, February 1

This morning you said you had decided we would go to Palm Springs for a little vacation. That was your choice; it's fine with me. Kyle has gotten us a two-bedroom apartment in one of the complexes where he works. We'll go out on Thursday night and stay until Tuesday night. We'll take the bicycles and ride as often as we can. It's supposed to rain a couple days. We'll find something else to do, and we will be in a place where we can just stay inside if we need to. We'll be able to spend Sunday and Monday with Laura and Kyle. I hope to get my hair colored and trimmed on Saturday. I will rush this week to get my students all assessed for progress reports. I'll miss my BTSA meeting next Monday, those things aren't important in the larger scheme of things.

You have been having some intestinal problems lately. On Saturday you said it was the Italian food, that we had just eaten too much, that all the oils and sugars were too much and caused it all to go through you very quickly. Today you were out and remembered that a store near the audiologist's carried Black Crows licorice. After a box (or two?), you were having the same problem as you did on Saturday. But here we have to pause and reflect on whether or not this might be the beginning of a pattern. I don't want to miss some new development because we're explaining away things that happen. This might possibly be signs of another tumor, or more growth in this one.

Quincy's foot has started bleeding again. It might be the same place. Our neighbor came over and looked at it again this evening. He medicated it and bandaged it. We will keep Q-ball inside until we leave for the desert. He is turning out to be, by far, the most expensive dog we've ever owned!