Holding Steady

Day Four.  I checked the notes from 2010 again and Jon is still doing much better than he did then.  My notes from that time say, "he looks faded." Today he looks pretty strong. His white blood counts and platelets are going down. He is not hungry. But he is still having energetic conversations on the phone with Stephen (who is starting a big project without Jon, and they are trying to think of all the things) and calling the cooler mechanic and arranging things with Mark Trader.  He really seems good to me.

I had a very good day myself, spending the morning writing something that was bubbling in my mind and then I took a long walk (for my cranky knees) to the little community center pool. Like the time I went a month ago, the pool was completely empty. I had the whole thing to myself, so I swam in it like it was a track (it is a short pool, reminiscent of our grandparents' pool). My lifeguard was talking on the phone the whole time, so I wasn't feeling too embarrassed. When Anna told me about this pool (she used to swim there when she was in grad school here), she said, "short and hot." She didn't say "private." If this keeps being like this, I will have landed in the best of all possible worlds, with my own short, hot pool that is within walking distance of our abode.

One day at a time.