I really should be packing for our return visit to Houston, but I just don't feel like it. So I'll just ramble aimlessly until I get tired of typing.
Years ago, when I went to LSU the first time around, my friends Tina and Caroline and I would all spend many an afternoon or evening at the Chimes. This is back when the legal drinking age in LA was 18. We'd have a meal and a pint or two and just talk for hours. The reason I'm reminiscing is that Tina was able to pick out the Chimes East from Travis' pictures. I couldn't stop laughing when I realized that the brick floor and cedar siding was classic Chimes.
We'll all have to go and have a pint when the coast is clear.
Things have been quiet all weekend except for a few minutes when some huge trucks stopped in front of the house and started vibrating everything in site. They were using sonar to search for oil and gas. Funny when you think of it.
I can tell that it's time for another treatment. I start to feel a little off a day or two before my next dose of Rituxan. I find that I can't eat as much as right after a dosing. Tuesday will be a late day. My doctor's appointment is at 2 and my treatment is at 4. This means that we'll be staying in Houston overnight. I'll pack enough for a week in the hopes that they don't keep me.
I can't report on anything else, except that I am my dad's girl. Chris informed me that the back of my head is covered in a sheep's pelt. It's very curly and the hair is starting to wave on the top of my head. I know I'm in good company since Susan C. also said that she has a Kewpie do. One of these days I'll remember to post a picture.