Jimmy's second infusion of melphalan today was without incident, and although he's sleeping a lot, and has a poor appetite, no serious reactions have set in yet. We have been assured that they will in a few days, but all in all, Jimmy is doing very well. His hematocrit dropped below 27 again, so he is supposed to get two more units of blood today. Cross-typing has to be re-done if it's over 72 hours since your last transfusion, but after waiting all afternoon for the lab to send it up, Jimmy told our sweet nurse Heather, "Dracula could have gotten blood faster than this."

Maybe it's because it's flu season, but the hospital is full, and when we checked in yesterday, the only available room was a tiny cubicle that faced a concrete wall. Today, a much nicer room across the hall was vacated, so we happily changed locations.

The first thing we saw when we looked out our new window was a view of the Emory campus, and a glimpse of the Atlanta skyline, and SNOW: a dazzling blizzard of fat white swirling feathers. The temptation to run outside and frolic in the snow with the college kids was strong, but was deemed unseemly, and dignity prevailed.

While Jimmy was napping this morning, I went to the apartment to change clothes, then made a quick detour to Target, hoping to improve my sleeping situation. A small floor lamp (so that my late night reading doesn't disturb Jimmy) and an egg-crate foam mattress pad (this chair thing is murder on the back) and some new pillows have made my little nest a lot cozier.