Birthday day was quite good. Boring, but that's not a bad thing. We went to breakfast together at a local diner, then played for a little while. He napped for a bit, then we went for a walk to the comic book store. We got home and drove out to the Sports Authority to get a new, unbreakable water bottle. Here is when things started getting a bit hairy: he started freaking out in the 5-dollar store, big time. He cried all the way home, then cried some more while I changed him. He napped again, and my wife came home from teaching. We all played for a while, then we went for a walk to go to dinner. The soul food restaurant was closed, so we ate at a local Italian place. Came home, then I exercised and did some math work. I'm now watching last week's episode of "The Middleman," which is a fun super-hero spoof.
Boring, boring, boring, and wonderful. And, to make matters better, two points of good news: 1) The Yankees, behind "Snacks" Ponson's 6 1/3 innings of decent baseball, actually WON!, and 2) I got the middle school job that I was looking for. I'm not teaching elementary school anymore, which is GREAT news. I'll be speaking with my new principal soon.
I'm not looking forward to tomorrow. Chemo has been pretty brutal for the past couple of weeks. I think that, maybe, it'll be easier; it's been two weeks since one of the truly brutal drugs. Next week has another one of THOSE drugs, but this week should be a little easier. It took a long time for The Boy to get back to being himself last week.
Man, weeks 23, 24 and 25 are probably going to suck, big time.
Anyway. I'm tired. I'm going to sleep.