November 4, 2007

It has been three days since Harold's first treatment. And there has been virtually no difference in how he feels.

Well, except, oddly, for one thing: He has a very sensitive jaw. Now, if you ask me, it is because of all of the unfiltered bullshit he jabbers all day long. But to be fair to him, it might be drug-related because he feels a sharp pain when he first bites into something and then it subsides as he chews.

Anyway, I only go into such minutia as a way of saying that he is still completely himself. Much to his and everyone else's comfort.

For the last three days, all three of us go to the golf course in the morning. We whack some balls. (For a change, he is not whacking mine.) And then we have lunch at the club house. Then it is back home.

A little nap.

I try to squeeze in some rollerblading in the morning or afternoon.

Then coffee at 3:30.

A little more crossword and it's off to the walk.

After the walk, there's a light dinner, and then Corinna forces me down to the pool for an hour of swimming.

It is a rigid routine here.

Today, she granted me permission not to go swimming and she went by herself. In the dark. By herself. In the dark. An hour. By herself. And then whirlpool. By herself. Okay, okay enough amazement already.