Jimmy's hair has started to fall out. He won't let me touch it because he says he wants to keep it as long as he can, but he's starting to look like a molting parrot. In a few days he's going to be as slick as a gourd. He says he's going to get a do-rag with one of those fake pigtails in the back and an earring.

We went to the clinic yesterday, and his blood tests looked good; his blood counts are slowly building back up. This morning we went back to the spine center, and Dr. Schauffele was very pleased with the progress Jimmy's back is making. He said his goal is to have Jimmy back to playing golf in a few months.

The Fernbank Science Museum is only a few minutes from our apartment, so yesterday afternoon we decided to go to see a short documentary on coral reefs. It turned out to be a little bit of a downer because a) they kept talking about how global warming is killing all the reefs, and b) it made us homesick for the Bahamas.

We seem to be in a very welcomed R&R phase of treatment. I feel a little silly saying every day that Jimmy's feeling a little better and giving a recitation of what we had for breakfast and what we watched on television, so I may occasionally skip a day or so with the blog. The order of the day will be No News Is Good News.

I dropped my cell phone on the floor while we were in the hospital and the text messaging component is not working. I think the voice mail is messed up, too. I'm working on it.