Sixteen days at Wrenmimic

David looks very well, eating and walking laps around the ward. A nurse said that 17 laps is a mile. Ah hah, therefore the corridor must be 100 yards in length: as a swimmer who loves the mile distance, I know these things.

            They did his bone marrow biopsy this morning, earlier in the day than expected, so now it should be quiet for the next week or so. The “Day 21” biopsy isn’t definitely on April 18^th, it just won’t be before then.

Not exactly avuncular affection...

            I’ve got Megabus tickets to return to Lexington Monday evening, April 14^th, barring another appendectomy: highly unlikely, since I’m 85% certain that even David was only issued one. Jim and I hope to host our annual Patriots' Day breakfast, with a little help from our friends. In a typical year, we park about 55 cars on our one-acre house lot, and feeding around 200 people. We even serve hot buttered ENGLISH muffins. Of course, as we all know, the colonists considered themselves British; Paul Revere’s warning on April 18, 1775 was, “The Regulars are out!” (For more information, see Paul Revere’s Ride by David Hackett Fischer.)

            With my new-found energy in writing blog posts, I plan to publish at least 3 times a week. I’ll always put any David updates on top, and label those posts “David”, and “leukemia”, so you can ignore my other musings if you like.