Another good day.  The weather in the morning was mild and sunny, but the humidity was rising.  There’s a front coming through, and tomorrow will be sunny, but much colder and windy.

My sweetie did his usual morning errands, and when he finished we went to the hospital for a wound check (the port).  Unfortunately, when we got there, the surgeon was in the middle of a procedure.  We waited in comfortable surroundings for about forty-five minutes and then he showed up, checked it, passed it, and that would have been it, except that I figured I should give them my new Medicare card, and they had to find someone from the right office to get that down.  As we walked back to the subway, arms around each other’s waists, a passer-by commented on our obvious affection, and said it made him want to call his wife right away.  We were amused.

I hadn’t had my usual mid-morning snack, and my legs felt like lead when we got out of the subway.  We stopped briefly at a neighborhood grocery store to look for a kind of cracker I remember from long ago– pretty white, not highly seasoned, and you can crack them in half (making two half-thickness disks).  I didn’t see anything similar.  I looked online when we got home, but didn’t find anything there, either.  Meanwhile, I had a little cheese and drank some water and felt greatly revived.

A couple of members of the Panix community suggested that I should have posted my note to a group with a wider audience, so I did that.  Again, the outpouring of support and sympathy, while not really surprising, is extremely helpful and a bit overwhelming.

I spent the afternoon doing an assortment of online chores.  My sweetie called an old friend to let off some steam.  It’s the first time he’s done that, and it did him tremendous good.

Tomorrow at mid-day I’m supposed to have my second infusion.  I hope I’m okay with the drug and that the infusion goes smoothly.  And I really hope that I can go to the theater on Sunday.  I’ve been looking forward to _Follies_ for a long time.