Are we done yet?

Yesterday was treatment number eight. Was it the last one? We won't know until the 20th after the PET scan. So pray.

He was feeling really yucky last night. It was a very quiet evening. Lights out and everything off by 8:30. I think we're in for a rough weekend. They gave him the longest treatment of any yesterday. He's really stressing and worrying and we all know he's a professional at worrying. He'll have his nails chewed down to the nail beds, what little hair he has will be rubbed off (I've got it buzzed off so short now, he can't grab it to pull it out), and the cigarette butts will be piling up out front where he 'flumps' them. That's always a welcoming sight... Today is the 8th.... ewweee 12 days of worry.

Jolea went out last night with a friend and stayed at her house to keep from having to come in late and chance waking Jody. Problem is he lays there worrying about the kids being out. I go to sleep with the words of my Mother-in-law ringing in my head.... 'no news is good news.' This from a woman who spent many a night worrying about kids and probably still does. I know my kids by now and they can pretty much take care of themselves... they are world travelers after all. But at the same time, not much good happens after midnight. And heaven forbid the phone ring in the middle of the night, cuz I'll come flying out of that bed answering the phone... "Rountree Elementary, how can I help you?" Oh yeah, it's funny and cheap entertainment for drunk people, Jeff used to entertain his buddies with it... "hey, let me show you something my mom does...."

Jolea went to see the Red Elvis' and I think Jeff and one of his friends were going to meet them there. She loves the Red Elvis' .... Elvis' or is it Elvises? Whatever, they are a Russian rock band she first saw while in Key West, then I think she ran across them again in St. T or Melbourne, or somewhere in her adventures. They remember her every time she ends up at one of their shows... which tells me either she's one of those people who ends up on the stage, bouncer in tow or is really loud at concerts, with her... probably both. I think they remember her because she and a friend started a Conga Line in Key West and the band with Jolea and Judy leading, went Conga-ing down the streets of Key West.... I can't wait to hear how last night went. I'm sure she'll have the whole story on her blog later in the day. I am going to have to go see this band someday...

My fire was nice earlier when I came out at 5:30 (when I get woke up I'm up....), but it's all but ash now... little chippy this morning, I'm wearing my fingerless gloves. I had to wait until it warmed up a bit before typing. Fingers are still a bit chilly and now the sun is behind the tree and it's only 49 in the shade.

It's going to be another nice weekend, great top down on the Miata weather. I'm about to wear that poor little top out. I just read another blog about a sailing couple who's main sail ripped out as they were sailing... I instantly thought about my sail (top) ripping out as I'm flying down Central Expressway at 70mph in the dead of winter. That would not be good. It's coming un-stitched in several places. I wonder if they have repair places for that sort of thing or if I should just start shopping for a new one?

I'll let you know something more about Jody as soon as I know something different.... have a great weekend and a good week.