Phone call this morning woke me up. After another late night writing I'd planned to sleep in a bit. But things have started moving more quickly and I have to answer questions on the other side of the world and track responses, and talk with the doctors.
Staggered into the kitchen for some coffee and my four-year-old nephew, Dean, spotted me. That boy is liquid sunshine for me in the mornings. Today he snuggled on my lap and opened the toy I left for him under the tree.
Worked for a few more hours then my sister-in-law gave me my shots at noon.Then off to lunch with San. It's one more week until the anniversary of Michael's death and she's feeling a bit rough.
Don agreed to meet me at the laboratory. We haven't spoken in years so I wasn't sure if he'd agree to my project. But we talked for two hours and he came around. There's the prospect of getting his pulse program and data synthesis programs up and running again. And I need them. He's one of the smarter scientists I've met.
Dinner with the boys and their parents.
Only a small bit of exercise at the gym this evening. I should have run this morning - or gone for a long walk. But damned if the cold doesn't turn me into a wimp. I don't even think about bicycling in it.
Of all the coincidences, December 8 next week is the feast of the immaculate conception.
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