Once again, it's the time for me to play catch-up.
Since returning from the T'day weekend, I have once again been picking up the extra shifts at work - 'tis the season for the parties, fa-la-la-la-la. . .
As well as working all those shifts, we have found that Dad's blood counts are down, and have been dropping at a quick pace, so on Friday, he went for a bone marrow test. We won't have the results of this test for at least a week, but, we're hoping and praying that his lymphoma has not returned. To think that only six months ago his body was 100% cancer free, we'd like to think it has stayed that way.
Yesterday was my first real day off, although I was on call in case any party help was needed. Of course with a day off, my system said, "Hey! Let's give him a nice sinus infection, you know with the runny nose, the watery eyes and the scratchy throat!" So, now, I have a cold, of sorts. Lotsa liquids. Lotsa Halls. Lotsa rest while watching such things as:
S.W.A.T. - as much as I like Colin F., the movie just didn't do anything for me. Great sound, though.
GRANDE ECOLE - very well crafted French film combining elements of DANGEROUS LIAISONS with MAURICE and an added racial tolerance plot. I found it very moving, and would highly recommend it.
LOCKED UP - not very well crafted German OZ-like movie. (the HBO series, not the wizard of. . .) Empty.
Litsening to:
"A Swingin' Christmas" - Ella Firzgerald
"The 25 Day of December" - Bobby Darin
"Two of a Kind" - Bobby Darin & Johnny Mercer
"The Woman in White" - Original London Cast
"Phantom of the Opera" - Original Soundtrack
"Sketches of Broadway" - Janis Siegel
"I Have Dreamed" - Doris Day
As for the T.O.D.:
Anytime I have ever taken the train to NYC from Pittsburgh, I have been unlucky!
First time was following Hurricane Agnes, and most of the tracks around Johnstown, PA were still being cleared of debris. The trip took well over twelve hours.
The next time I trained, I went with two gal pals who were taking care of accomodations. Well, they didn't. We slept in two rat-bag hotels before I contacted a friend who invited us to sleep on his floor. That worked for two nights, then, on the third night, he drunkenly threw the three of us out. His roomate hurriedly followed us out into the street, making apologies and explaining the unseemly behavior. At least he made an attempt to bring us back into the apartment, all for naught. Instead of staying in another flea trap hotel, I took an earlier train back to the burgh.