Author: alohawild

Going backward just as a way to make the story more interesting, I slept early Sunday night as I was cold and just wanted a warm bed. I was in bed around 10PM listening to Kink.FM Lights Out that has returned, but just for Sunday night. Lights Out started with the Alan Parsons Project Tales of Mystery and Imagination (Edgar Allan Poe) “The Raven.” I had not heard this for years as my college roommate had a copy of the album. I was thus happy to listen to Lights Out. Kink.FM picked unusual music and made me think of adding these to my collection and reminding me, like the Alan Parsons Project, of music I had forgotten.

While listening to Kink.FM, I was reading the new physical copy of a book. The smaller print is hard on my aging eyesight, and I may have to get some cheaters to read this. I am enjoying The Words That Made Us: America’s Constitutional Conversation, 1760-1840, so far. Words matter to me as a would-be writer, so I thought I would try this 800+ book (it is hard to hold up while reading) on words. Still, I am worried as I have found the so-called constitutional scholars often to be so far on the right that they use the false narrative of exact meanings to justify strange political positions.

I have managed to get through the introduction and the first hundred pages of the text and, while not a Space Opera page-turner, the writing style and the content have been fascinating. There are also footnotes, plenty, and long quotes from John Adams. I bought the hardcopy to have easy access to the footnotes (nearly impossible on a Kindle to access footnotes and read a text without getting lost). So far, the writing style and word usage are rather old-school (i.e., using sextupled instead of six times), and I like that so far. Something new.

Before this, I took my 10ish pills a little early as I no longer needed to perfectly space out the chemotherapy and had the other half of a calzone that I got for lunch a few days ago as my second dinner with pills. I also read some news and watched more Nerd of the Rings videos on YouTube. Nerd of the Rings channel had a new video on what would happen if the Tolkein bad-guy Sauron acquired the One Ring instead of the ring being thrown in the Cracks of Doom and destroyed. The show covers what J.R.R. Tolkien wrote about that and the likely outcomes. So if you, like me, like to nerd out on LOTR material, this is the channel for you.

I spent the early evening before getting home playing Dungeons and Dragons at Cory’s house with Matt DM-ing the Witchlight new material. I had a 2nd level monk whose focus was brewing more than being a good monk. I had imagined this character more of a role-playing character than a combat-focused creation. I got to enjoy a bit of the fantastic fair that is included in the storyline. Matt bought all the extras from the Beadle and Grimms, making the game a visual feast. Matt has multiple groups playing the same material, and he may reuse the material later.

Without giving anything away, we then fought a battle outside of the fair. The first battle we handled without much trouble. Matt had the figures for the creatures that were fantastic. Unfortunately, the subsequent encounter killed one of our characters. We were effectively surprised by the powerful creatures, which usually means bad news for 2nd level characters. We also split between the monsters and thus split our attacks, a terrible strategy hoisted on us by being surprised. Soon the close-up fighters, including my beer-brewing monk, spent five rounds of combat just rolling death saves. Our ranger and bard moved back at the start of combat to be range fighters and managed to finally put a creature to sleep. I ended up playing a giant snail, having to look up the specs for the beast online on my phone; we had acquired the beast earlier and learned that the snail had twice the hit points and did more damage than any of the 2nd level characters! It was attacked and fought and brought down the last monster with the ranged characters still firing from a distance.

Karen’s rogue failed the last death save and could not be recovered. A sad loss for us.

Moving to the start of the game, everyone was happy to see me as this was my first appearance in the new campaign and the first evening that I was feeling up to a game. I even drove myself. We all wore masks as protection for me. The next game is about day 12 in my chemotherapy cycle 3, and I may not be able to play as I am usually still weak at that point.

Before leaving to play Dungeons and Dragons, I made a ham and cheese sandwich for dinner. Corwin was cooking some pork chops for his dinner. He then added them to some ramen.

Before the sandwich and being home, I was with Susie at Forest Grove Rehab and Care Center at 3900 Pacific Highway, Room 44A. Susie was back in bed, and I was there about 1ish. Air Volvo did have one set of alarms on the trip in, but I managed to avoid the issue, and the polite but insistent alarms stopped.

We connected at 1:30 with the church group meeting hosted by Joan on Zoom. I moved Susie’s head up and got the mic near Susie (I use the earbud mic for the laptop, but its speakers by setting this in the preferences for my Apple). The church folks were happy to see us, and Susie did try to be included in some of the discussion of Dr.Rev. Wayne Weld-Martins’s sermon that Sunday. Susie was pleased to be included.

Before this, we managed a short FaceTime with Susie’s mother, Leta, on my iPhone. We had to shorten that call to be on time for the church meeting.

Before this and before driving into Forest Grove, I had stopped by the house and had a roast beef and cheddar sandwich for lunch. I warmed the beef and cheese in the microwave on a plate and then added bread. The sandwich is as good as you get anywhere as I bought excellent thinly sliced meat at Whole Foods.

Previously, I went to church, and due to sleeping to 8ish and a broken traffic light on the TV highway, I was the first person late to church after the reopening. A dubious distinction that I still adopted. I sat in George’s pew. George has been gone for some time now, but we all remember him sitting there for years. George gave more than a million dollars to a local hospital and the organ replacement for our church.

It was communion Sunday, the first Sunday of a month for typical United Methodist churches, and thus an elder is required to give communion. This means that Dr.Rev. Wayne Weld-Martin was officiating today and did a sermon on the question he was asked once, “Did Jesus Have to Die.” It was a good subject for lent, and the music matched some of the somberness of lent.

It was nice to show for church, but I did have to remind nearly everyone to keep their distance. I cannot afford a cold, flu, or Covid-19. So I will be masked into May and keep my distance. I did chat with folks at a distance. It was good to be a bit safely distanced and social.

I set the alarm to wake at 7:30 but resisted this until 8ish making me rush the whole morning and regret the size of the blog. It is about 90 minutes or more to write the blog, often breaching two hours. That is a lot of time to commit every day in the morning, but I think it is good to record the day and my thoughts.

I miss playing Richard and the PDX folks, but I am still weak, and I will likely be feeling better until Tuesday and Wednesday as I am nearly a week out from chemo. Not days we usually play, so gaming with my almost impossible to beat friends in Portland will have to wait. I do miss them.

Thank you for reading, and I hope the typos and some of the wooden writing that I cannot blame on Apple or Grammarly are not too troubling.

Another night with sleep, and I did roll-over and went back to sleep when I woke at 5:30ish with the sunrise. My working hours time to get started is 5:30 in the summer. I like to get up in time to chat with folks working for Nike in India who are having a late dinner, usually at that time. But now I am on leave, so I stick to getting more sleep when it comes and trying to focus on staying well enough to keep going through chemotherapy.

Today I am proud to say today was a bit boring and typical. I started the day reading emails and seeing some war news. I keep with the self-care and limit my exposure to the war; darkness is not what I need to survive, even when it is accurate and important.

In my writing, I am noticing more autocorrections to the wrong words. I must carefully check that this overly helpful feature does not hash up my sentences. It appears that Apple or Grammarly have made some updates that are aggressively replacing words.

I was dressed and ready about 12:15 with the blog published about an hour after I finished it as I forgot to post it on FaceBook and sent an email.

I was feeling a bit off, so I drove the wrong way to get to Forest Grove and had lunch at Old Chicago Pizza (OC). They have a very tall ceiling at OC, so the air movement seems OK, and folks wear masks when they come in and leave. The staff is carefully masked.

The menu has been reduced, and my strombolis are not on the menu, so I ordered a calzone instead with a side salad and a box for 1/2 of the calzone. It is too big for lunch unless you want a calzone coma later. The calzone is nothing to be excited about; it is a standard pizza joint style, with the pepperoni being perfectly cut and thin and industrial. But the peppers and onions are fresh, and the olives, while from a can, are plentiful. The salad is a work of art with almond slices, freshly made, almost too cold to eat, and the blue cheese dressing familiar but good. OC salad is what brings me back. I love pizza-styled food with a great cold salad. I donated $2 to Special Olympics on my bill and get a free dessert next time.

The drive to the Forest Grove Rehab and Care Center at 3900 Pacific Highway, Room 44A, was longer from the OC and used Cornell Road. This is a more urban street with lots of traffic and nights. Air Volvo was unhappy when a car in front of us suddenly slowed down for another vehicle that selected to abruptly brake and make a right turn. The trolley bells and even a blinking red image of a car rear-end on the dashboard pointed out that I needed to brake. I did, and the other vehicle also sped up, and Air Volvo calmed down.

After reaching the facility and getting checked in, I found Susie asleep in her bed. Her roommate let me know that Susie had just laid down and had been in the wheelchair all morning since 7AM. So I was later than usual, 2:30ish, and shift change was already completed at the nursing home.

As is our usual practice, I called Susan’s mother, Leta, on FaceTime, and they chatted for longer today. I checked with the nurse what was Susie’s vitals while they talked. They are the same as the last. Susie’s blood pressure is always low but stable at about 100/60. She is not having any more discomfort from stomach issues.

Susie had trouble with some words today. We then repeated all the words, and she was able to get them after a second try. “Hummingbird” was perfect on the third try. We then started on “Moses supposes his toes are roses” saying as practice. I then found the Singing in the Rain video, and Susie and I sang along: Moses Song.

After that, I found the other videos of the song and dance routines from Singing in the Rain. We did sing along with Good Morning as it is hard to resist not singing along with that routine. Of course, I have no idea how many times I have seen this movie (we have the DVD). If the war or just life is getting to you, I strongly recommend getting a copy of this movie and watching it often.

We did some rock videos after this for Susie to sing along to. She was tired, and we did not finish Stair Way to Heaven, the extended version (not sure anyone finishes it). I left her with a few kisses on my mask. I always have a mask and gloves so that she can hold my hands for a long time (chemo can leak from my hands if held for a longer time).

From there, I drove Whole Foods, again on Cornell Road, and went grocery shopping. I have not done this in six months. I usually order online, but today I wanted to get the exercise of doing this and pick out my own stuff. I managed to fill the cart and enjoyed over $280 bill when I was done. I buy meat at Whole Foods as it seems better and not much more expensive than the other chain grocery store, and this always gives me a higher bill. I did regret that the cheap butter was sold out. I use unsalted and apparently do many of my fellow Oregonians, leaving me to enjoy higher-priced and supposedly higher quality butter.

I brought the bounty back to the Volvo Cave. Corwin made dinner with some of the new purchases, and he used North African red sauce lemony olive that did not go with the cheese stuffed pasta. Corwin baked, on my suggestion, the mild Italian sausages from Whole Foods. That really worked. So a nice dinner and some lessons for Corwin on cooking: Don’t mix strong flavors.

I spent most of the night creating a new character for our Dungeons and Dragons Sunday game. It took a few hours as I was out of practice, and the 5E Monk class was new to me. I also had to find the rules for Drunken Master. My new character, Vlad, is overly fascinated with brewing, and his secret desire is to return to the Brewer Guild with the perfect brew, but there are rivals everywhere seeking to stop me. So, effectively, I am a Belgium Brewing monk.

I finished the next book in the Old Man’s War series. It was another page-turner. I was reading as fast as I could while my Kindle kept warning that it needed to be charged. I managed to finish the book before the Kindle shutdown. Although I thought the first book was good, the second book was fantastic: The Ghost Brigades.

I ordered a physical book, yes I did, The Words That Made Us: America’s Constitutional Conversation, 1760-1840, as part of my continued exploration of the history of the USA. It is time to learn the history from folks no longer trying to force a narrative that justifies the past. I just want to know the truth.

I slept after that and woke with the sunrise.

 

The day started a bit early as I woke from a full night’s sleep with sunrise. However, I did roll over and went back to sleep until about 8:30. I felt a bit better as there was no chemo now for 24 hours.

I started my day, like most days, making coffee and writing. I checked CNN and BBC News and learned that the war continues its slow grind. Markets are still randomly reacting to the war, and various organizations are going beyond government sanctions and are banning or refusing Russian goods and services.

I start back on my balloon model today and do some basic painting in the morning.

I have peanut butter toast with my coffee and take my meds early as they no longer need to be on a 10 and 10 schedule. I get dressed and all that before lunch. I stop by Taco Bell and have their Chicken Quesadilla meal with a taco and a cold drink. Interestingly, Taco Bell has dropped almost all chicken options. The taco was the terrible taco they have produced for twenty years.

The travel to Forest Grove Rehab and Care Center at 3900 Pacific Highway in Air Volvo was without any creative driving on the part of my fellow drivers. On the way, I pass Dairy Creek, which is now a much larger lake as all the water from the rains from the last few days is filling our rivers and creeks and spilling over into low areas. I am distracted by our skies full of sun breaks and huge cotton candy-like clouds; some are dark and pour water on us. This makes the beautiful rainbows, and sometimes the clouds pour down with the rain looking like flying waterfalls.

There was a huge rainbow over Beaverton on my drive back. The mixed clouds are one of the wonders of the Pacific Northwest, as is the rain coming down while it is sunny. Never forget a hat and various other raingear when outside if there is a cloud in the sky!

I arrived at the facility and passed the entrance questions on Covid-19. Susie was back in bed after being up in her wheelchair in the morning and early afternoon for breakfast and lunch. She was more alert today and did not have any tummy issues on Friday that she had on Thursday. We called her mother and Susie, and she chatted with Leta on FaceTime. Zoraida has health issues in her family and cannot visit Susie, so we called her too. Susie was thrilled to talk to Zoraida. Next, we called Dan and Janice Gray, and they were happy to hear Susie’s voice.

I left a bit early as Susie looked tired, and I felt a nap coming in too. Once at home, I managed to get started again at 5PM and went through the freezer, now that the extreme cold issue has faded, and made Chicken Cordon Blue, mashed potatoes, and corn for dinner. All was frozen and from Schwann’s. The freezer is stuffed full of items, so I thought it reasonable to clear out a bit of food. Cooking this is mostly more of arranging and applying heat.

While I was making dinner, I also returned to the balloon model and spent a few hours trying to finish up the balloon part of the balloon. I also looked at some rigging plans for sailing ships to figure out how I wanted to rig the balloon. I decided to connect the ropes to a circular rope at the top with hooks I took from a spare set of chainplates I had for wooden ship models. I will then connect the ropes to another circle above the basket I have yet to build. The basket will be about 4″ square. Again, it is oversized, but this is a fantasy model, so we will wink at physics and gravity as often suggested by Douglas Adams.

I do watch some news on PBS and then return to the model and keep painting and building and trying to get a rigging plan in my mind.

I will rig six lines on Saturday and then sew in some stay between the main lines. I will then splice those to another circle rope to draw all the cords together, and then that will attach to the main basket, yet to be built. I have created a small platform, and I will suspend that on the main lines and plan to borrow some blocks from my HMS Victory kit to make a banner line to fly a flag controlled from the basket–I have not found the time to start the 1/100 scale model that needs a 16-month build. This also means creating a rope ladder to provide a means to reach the platform from the basket. I have an anchor that I want to have on the basket, but I am not sure I have room for a windlass in the basket. It is nice to work with one’s hands again after so much freezing.

I went to bed a bit early and read and finally slept. I had nightmares for the start of the night but did sleep finally.

This morning I took the catch-up dose of chemotherapy, and now I am done with Cycle 2. I will spend about seven days trying to get my health a bit more stable to start Cycle 3 on 10March2022. I managed to sleep another night without staying up to 2AM for the chemo. I get started about 8:30ish and read my email and some news. I did not do too much news as self-care. Can’t do too much war.

At 10, I take my last dose of chemotherapy for Cycle 2 and throw out the now empty bottle. I then open the packaging for Cycle 3 and put the new bottle in the bag of bottles for chemo. Ready for the next cycle.

The pain in my hands is gone, and the cold sensitivity is fading, finally. I can now hold a cold drink and drink cold water. My toes are not numb either. So I have survived Cycle 2 without disablement.

I manage the morning tasks. I have a yogurt for lunch and peanut butter on wheat toast for breakfast. But, of course, I always make a pot of coffee too.

Air Volvo travels to Forest Grove Rehab and Care Center at 3900 Pacific Highway, Room 44A, with a stop at McDonald’s for a chocolate shake and an order of fries. During the trip, none of the warnings are tripped on Air Volvo, and the extra-legal driving of my fellow Oregonians is kept to minor issues such as not using blinkers.

Yes, a tidepool fountain at the fast-food joint.

Susie is in bed as I am after lunchtime for her. Susie lets me know that she is not having a good day. Her tummy hurt earlier in the day, now it is OK, but Susie could not eat much. I ask her about various symptoms–including Covid-19, and she does not have any other problems now.

I made calls for her; she wanted to chat with people today. So, first, her mother, Leta, is on FaceTime. Then, “Call Barbara,” and I called Susie’s sister, and we talked while Barb was walking their newish dog, Sophia. Next, I connected with the Kopers, and we had a brief chat.

I then stepped out and found a chair and table in the rec room. The more permanent residents were doing Bingo in the hall. The facility is no longer in a Covid lockdown as there are no active cases, and so, while remaining apart at different tables, the residents can meet for games again. Thus, I got to hear them calling out Bingo numbers while I made a call.

I called Dawn, the hospice nurse at Bristol, for Susie and let her know that Susie was uncomfortable this morning. Dawn would look into it and call the nurses at the facility to monitor Susie and see if they need to take some action. The whole point of hospice is to be comfortable. It is not likely that Susie complained to the nurses and nurse aide, so they would miss this. You have to ask every day, “how are you?”.

Mariah sent me a few texts, and we met after I kissed, through a mask and with gloves on, Susie goodbye. It is always hard to leave, but I try to be there every day. I see most residents have few if any, visitors. I see a few visitors that, like me, come almost every day. So there is always traffic. Church groups and other folks could not come with the pandemic. I hope that they will be able to return when it is safer. Folks are a bit lonely.

Mariah and I have an early dinner. I have a terrible pulled pork over mashed that is the special for the day. The pork is good but drowned in an overly sweet sauce. I also have a Cuba Libre that is not very good. A total-fail for the Black Dog in Forest Grove. Mariah had wings, and a beer, which looked a better option. Stick to the Buffalo sauce was the only comment after two sweet sauced wings were not consumed.

I returned home after chatting with Mariah for an hour or so. Air Volvo did correct my lane handling once (yes, it has some limited self-driving capability). TV Highway has a few giggles that are not important, but Air Volvo always corrects if I don’t.

I took a nap and awoke to a second dinner; Corwin cooked a Blue Apron dinner. It was good and not huge, so I did manage it. Then, I watched the first news of the day on Bloomberg of the day.

I imagine Putin with a checklist for being a super villain. Yes, arrested children for protesting. Yes, shut down freedom of the press. Yes, invaded a local county. And now the new option is “shell the world’s largest nuclear power plant.”  I can see him looking up in my mind at his long desk, “check.”

Bloomberg is watching a total financial meltdown as the world is expecting now a major nuclear disaster. Money is moving into the US dollar and crashing yields to unimagined lows. The beginning of the world’s end is shown as just a crash in yields. I can’t save my 401K or anything at this point. Cash will be king.

President Biden and the French president make some calls. The shelling of the nuclear plant stops. The fires and damage are outlying buildings. We are not going to see the end of the world after all. The markets dive into safety halts. Cash is more like bishop now.

I turn off the news as my blood pressure needs no more testing today.

I read for a bit and then head back to my other chair at the table. Now that my hands seem to work again, I start working on my model of a fantasy balloon. First, I sew stitches around the edges of small pieces of felt. I then glue the pieces onto the balloon to look like patches to create more drama on the surface.

The paper I have torn into pieces and then glued to the craft ball does sort of look like a patchwork of leather, but it still looks more like paper than the surface of a balloon. I paint the surface with gray primer, and the felt too. I want the paint to stick and not just absorb the paper. I do this with a 1/2 inch brush I rarely get to use. I can see as the primer is absorbed and that some of the more paper-like features look more like a texture. Better. I paint 3/4 of the surface and will let it dry. I will finish the primer tomorrow.

The sewing made my hands hurt a bit. I have to be careful as I am more brittle now and can bruise easily. The pain and stiffness fade. I am just so happy to use my hands and have them work.

I read in bed after that and fell asleep without the chemo keeping me up; I am now on my break from chemo, my first night without it burning in my body. I sleep until a car warranty call on my cell wakes me in the morning.

I was surprised to sleep the whole night. It is also nice to finally have some sleep. It is hard to be so fatigued all day. It is also the last official day of cycle 2. I missed a dose, so I will have an add-on dose for Thursday morning, but it is still nice to reach the fourteenth day! My start of cycle 3 will be 10March.

Aside: This Thursday morning, there is no pain in my hands, finally!

I rushed a bit in the morning as Evan wanted to come over and see Susie and maybe play a board game with me. I managed to be ready about 11ish when he showed I had taken my pills, showered, dressed, and read all my emails. I even wrote the blog in a rush.

In the blowing rain, Evan and I proceeded to Forest Grove Rehab and Care Center at 3900 Pacific Highway, Room 44A. Dairy Creek, a usually small creek that runs under the Pacific Highway, is now again Dairy Lake. The last few days of more than six inches of rain have the water flowing down for the mountains and into the rivers and creeks. We usually have flooding a few days after heavy rain.

After following the entrance process, we headed to Susie. Susie was in a wheelchair by the nurses’ station. She was happy to see us and had breakfast there before we appeared. Susie’s speech seems a bit harder to follow, but she is also trying to get more out. Susie also seemed weaker and having trouble sitting up in the wheelchair. Still, Susie was happy to see Evan and me.

Evan and I then went to lunch at the Grand Lodge. This time my Compas Pizza was not undercooked and was great.

After lunch, we returned to the facility, and Susie was still eating her blenderized lunch. So I helped feed Susie a bit. She is still having trouble swallowing.

I managed to reach Leta and Susie, and her mother had a friendly chat on FaceTime.

Susie and Evan were at the table after Susie had enough of her lunch.

We spent another 30 minutes or so with Susie. Finally, she wanted back to her room as she was too tired to talk or for me to wheel her around the facility for my usual tour. I kissed her goodbye as the nursing aide started Susie back to her room.

Evan and I then headed to Hillsboro. I wanted a walk and to see some of the antiques they have there. We took a call from Dr. Peter Koper while parking. He and his wife are back from Texas and could be more easily reached now. I almost called him when in Forest Grove, but Susie was too tired for more calls. So we chatted a bit about Susie and my health and the war. I will try to connect with Peter this week so Susie can chat with him.

I walked through downtown Hillsboro and tried out a few favorite shops. Le Stuff is one of the best antique places with reasonable prices. They turn their inventory and seem to have connections with buyers and sellers from all over the country. There is always something that interested me; this time, I managed to resist a large radio for only $75 that needs to be rebuilt. The cabinet is in nearly perfect condition and by itself is worth the money. But, I do not need another project, so I pass. I next stopped by the local foodie shop, Bennett Coffee Roasting Company, and got some coffee, Columbia Geisha, and some saltwater taffy. I usually don’t buy candy, but it seemed exactly what I needed. I was sweating from the walk, so I cut the visit a bit short and headed to Beaverton.

The 649 Taphouse was just opened, and we claimed one of our usual tables. Evan was surprised to find a gal he knew at the next table. I begged off from sharing a table explaining I was in chemotherapy and needed to stay separate. We did explain to her and her 12-year-old girl how the game we were playing worked, The Architect of the West Kingdom. It was more game than they wanted, but Azul, which I recommended to them, was maybe a better fit for them. It is also cheap and filled with neat actual miniature tiles.

Evan and I played one game. I had a cold drink, the first one that did not burn me, a Cuba Libre. I used to drink them in India in hotel bars. The rum killed anything in the water, I reasoned. On the game, Evan remembered how to play and kept up the pressure on me the whole game, with him winning by three points. We did play without add-ons, but we kept all the extra cards in play. As I genuinely enjoy the game, I have added over the last three years the overly expensive painted meeples, metal coins, the unique cards by purchasing them online, and the recent add-on Age of Artisans. I have pledged for the Kickstarter for the following add-on, Works of Wonder.

The Architect of the West Kindom uses a new mechanic that has you place a meeple on the board to do an action. The action is increased by how many meeples you have there. You can arrest meeples in a location and sell them to prison if the meeples are from another player. Thus, getting too many meeples in one place makes you a target. You build buildings for points from blueprint cards, and to in the theme impress the king, that uses resources that your hard-working meeples produce. There is also a cathedral that needs to be built and a black market to sneak a shortcut in getting supplies. The game is easy to learn but hard to master and to win. The scores at the end of the game are usually close, with every point valuable. It plays fast and, even with five players, moves well, and there is no chance of a player falling so far behind to become a king-maker for other players as you have in some other longer played games.

After the drink and the game, and the walk, I needed a nap. Evan stayed for a bit and then left. I ordered dinner from the Gyro House with Erika and Michelle and SEC GrubHub cards covering the cost. Thank you, especially after I paid for Susie’s stay in Forest Grove! Someone buying dinner helps!

I read the rest of the night enjoying Old Man’s War by John Scalzi. I finished the book: a page-turner and military SciFi and Space Opera. I have started the second book.

I was back up around 1ish and finally to bed and asleep until 7:30ish. Nice to have sleep returning to me.

Aside: Dondrea got the copy of Bright Ages I sent her. This is a book I have recommended before in the blog.