My computer at home is ailing, so I'm borrowing Jimmy's at his office.

We're in Valdosta, everything still maddeningly on hold. The waiting has become excruciating. Jimmy is doing well, but continues to suffer from the ill effects of the cytoxan, primarily fatigue. His typical schedule has been to get up at 10 or 11AM, go to lunch and to the office for a few hours, come home and take a nap, get up and eat supper, nap and watch television for a little while, then go to bed. He has adopted the sleeping habits of your average four-month-old baby.

Another side effect is that he's cold all the time. Last night he had the heat cranked up to 76 degrees, was wearing a cashmere sweater, and had a throw tucked around him. He was still shivering, even while drinking hot coffee, and I was sweltering.

His hair is trying to grow back. He's gotten a little fuzz on top, that looks a little like a military crew cut. You hear stories about a person's hair having a different color and texture after chemo, so maybe he'll have a head full of dark curls in a few months. There's never a dull moment with my Jimmy.