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Remember how, on Monday, the particulate count hit 216, which was shockingly high? Today it reached 403!!! Everywhere, smoke. The air tastes terrible. I barely left the house, and when I went to the store, half a block away, I drove my car.
We had two of our Magic-playing friends come over today, with their wives, to enjoy our clean indoor air and our air conditioning (it was also hot, like 96F). The other women were just learning to play, and we had fun doing a draft with them so they could make their own decks. D's wife (a former Disneyland princess) had been studying particularly thoroughly and brought pages of notes. (I should perhaps refer to her as his bride instead, as they've only been married for five weeks.)
At the store, I ran into our neighbor Hiram, who was using a wheelchair and had a chemo pump affixed to his upper arm, but apparently is doing pretty well, all things considered. The lung cancer he had for more than a year got better (amazingly), then this summer he had an extra aorta in his heart, and had a heart attack, he says. So they did a bunch of surgery on him, and in the process they discovered seven (!!!) bullets left in him from Vietnam, and removed them. One had nicked his colon and put it at risk for colon cancer, which is why he's doing this chemo now. But they think he'll get better. Altogether mind-boggling.
We had two of our Magic-playing friends come over today, with their wives, to enjoy our clean indoor air and our air conditioning (it was also hot, like 96F). The other women were just learning to play, and we had fun doing a draft with them so they could make their own decks. D's wife (a former Disneyland princess) had been studying particularly thoroughly and brought pages of notes. (I should perhaps refer to her as his bride instead, as they've only been married for five weeks.)
At the store, I ran into our neighbor Hiram, who was using a wheelchair and had a chemo pump affixed to his upper arm, but apparently is doing pretty well, all things considered. The lung cancer he had for more than a year got better (amazingly), then this summer he had an extra aorta in his heart, and had a heart attack, he says. So they did a bunch of surgery on him, and in the process they discovered seven (!!!) bullets left in him from Vietnam, and removed them. One had nicked his colon and put it at risk for colon cancer, which is why he's doing this chemo now. But they think he'll get better. Altogether mind-boggling.