Three! More! Days!
Starting on Monday I've got three more irradiation/chemotherapy days, then it's over. Good God almighty. I have dropped farther - I gave up on the outside world today.
I am having a great time listening to The Fantastiks, which I haven't really heard and seen since I was about nine - I can't remember when my parents took me to it, or where, or why. Were we stuck out at a campground down the road from a town doing The Fantastiks on a local school stage? Somewhere Out West? California? Were we in my Aunt Lucie's area where she dragged us to it, to something that my dad would have never seen, that my mom would never have known? The Fantastiks, I mean.
Today I finally put the antenna on my bedside stereo, and I got radio! Finally, radio stations! Spent some time realizing that, yes, the actual radio was hissy and a little screwed up for all my stations. Damn. While the continual MP3/MPEG/whatever connections to those stations on the computer were perfect. No noise, great sound.
That quick little revelation made me feel like a tired old puzzled coon dog, whuffing perplexedly at radio, and realizing it ain't my stuff any more. The only radio that works now is the twenty-foot wi-fi broadcast to my laptop, with a stereo cord plugged into the same thing, these days.
I'm playing Brian Eno's 'Just Another Day On Earth' album. Which is perfect for me with piffled brains and cancer drugs, but might not be quite as good for all y'all with full, decent brains out there. Have a nice Saturday night, though.