Being at home has been so good for Jimmy and me. Familiar faces and familiar surroundings are so healing, and we feel rested and restored, in mind, body and spirit.

Our plan had been to go back to Atlanta tomorrow, but Friday we were told that the hospital has not yet received the medicine they've been waiting for. It is a brand-new drug, still not approved by the FDA, but they've applied for it for "compassionate use" in Jimmy's case. So right now we're in a holding pattern. We don't know if we'll be going back on Tuesday or in two weeks. After we talk with Dr. Lonial on Monday, we'll have a better idea of what our schedule will be.

Jimmy is in a state about the Georgia-Tennessee game this afternoon. He said he felt like he'd been transported back to the Ray Goff era. Twice during the game he got so upset he turned off the television and stomped out of the house to walk around the neighborhood. In the fourth quarter, he turned it off again and got into bed and said he was going to take a nap. But that lasted about three minutes, just like the walks did. LSU squeaking by Florida was the only bright spot in an otherwise dismal day of football.