I feel good dododoDOdo (james brown)

Other than fatigure and that nasty metallic taste in my mouth, I feel fine. Honestly. Of course last time at this juncture I felt well enough to walk for an hour with Cindy.

Sheila is out buying a used car for me, my cash and her used-car-buying experience will mean we have a new (to us) car here today. The Honda minivan has tanked again, 3rd tranny in 6 years. I may have the energy to communicate with Honda next week about it, but meanwhile renting a car for Marshall to drive is not a long-term solution.

So if the new one is nicer than the Honda I drive, he'll have the Honda.

Cholent, for those of you unfamiliar with it, is an old-timey traditional Jewish lunch dish which cooks all night (in a crockpot at our house) and has beans, potatoes, barley and, in most cases, meat. And lots of flavoring. Ours has red wine, soy sauce, lots of garlic and other veggies. Our house is filled with the incredibly mouth-watering smell of cholent, so while Marshall and the boys are at services I get to sit here and inhale, mmmm. He has promised to drag healthy folks home to us for lunch from shul. At least he and boys can have fun, and if I feel well enough I'll join them.

Edward, Ginna and their son Isaac were her for dinner last night, we were 9 all told. Marshall made a feast, as usual, and we all ate too much. I started to fade after dinner and went to bed, all the while enjoying the sounds of the people in the house going about their business. While it could have been annoying it was quite the opposite, really comforting.

My hair is easily removed from its roots now, but not actively falling out on its own yet.

Looking out the window I see that the wind, rain and nature have removed all but a few of the big persimmon leaves from the tree, leaving a couple of dozen ripe persimmon exposed on the thin branches. They are as high as my window, which means waaaay too high to harvest. If they had thoughts, what would they be?

Pray for strength - remember, 25% of the chemo is finished.