I visited him late. Learned a lot, but didn't retain much as I was already tired, preparing the house for his return. This time it was an adventure in laundry making... that didn't flood my basement or involve a Kafkaesque trip to the landromat.
It was a nailbiter, but the basement is dry. Hallelujah, hallelujah.
I discover he's coming home tomorrow.
Considering how groggy he is, this is a good thing. He just got his first bit of the second stage chemo thing today. Knocked him right out.
But I got home and could not sleep.
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