The win the other night w as fantastic! Not the first half...which was the worst I've ever seen the team play...but I wasn't nervous. Not at all. I was reading the
"tweets" of Renee, Charde, Swin and Mike DiMauro and none of them were nervous...why should I be?
I knew that they would come roaring back after that horrific first half, and I settled in to enjoy the show. The only thing I was surprised about was that Stanford was able to get to within six points at the end.
Things since then have been quiet. I've watched the Sox...get beat by the Yanks. Not fun...but it is great to hear the voices of Jerry and Don and the sounds of the game and to start to learn about the new guys.
I missed the Draft Day things at the Sun today. I got the media invite, but I couldn't do it. I ended up going back to bed after lunch and sleeping for a few hours. I woke up in time to watch the draft on tv. The Sun did an excellent job in this draft, they got some really PRIME players!
I'm probably not going to cover the Sun again this summer. I can't see myself having the energy to go to the games and come home and write the articles. I wish I could.
I ordered our tickets to Sweden last night. We'll fly on Icelandair...like I did before. I liked that...they have the shortest trips possible...no long lay-overs.
The captain and cabin crew are very "authoritarian"....almost militaristic...which I find comforting somehow. It will be fun sharing that with Maria.
Last night my gas was so bad I had to, in all good conscience, get up and go sleep in the spare room. I put blankets on top of the comforter and hung my butt out in the fresh air...and let them rip. I had gotten tired of getting up and running to the bathroom every time I felt a fart coming on...which was like every five minutes. It was two o'clock when I moved to the other room....the farting stopped about an hour later, but I just stayed there. Sandy wasn't even aware that I had moved.
She said it would have been all right if I had stayed in the bedroom. She says once she's asleep she doesn't know anything that's going on. Well...I doubt it. My farts are so toxic now (it must be the chemo) that even I don't like them. And we all know how we don't mind the smell of our own farts....
Well, I won't have to move out tonight. Sandy is working thirds. She has five more nights to work third, including tonight. Then she moves to first shift! YAY!
I'll have to figure out what I'm going to do about the farting once she is working first shift. Hopefully, as the chemo gets out of my system this will stop. Nothing helps...I've tried it all: Beano, Gas-Ex, everything!
I'll leave you with that thought...