We're in Valdosta, starting to get things ready to move back to Atlanta, although a firm date has not yet been scheduled. They still need for the insurance company to sign off on another transplant.

We went back to our old apartment complex in Atlanta this morning, and they have agreed to rent us another one, as early as this weekend if necessary. Hopefully it won't be as hideously furnished as the last one, but the location is so good, and there is a certain comfort in familiarity. But ugly we can live with, and besides, this time we don't plan on being there all that long.

Jimmy breezed through the last transplant with comparative ease, and this time we know what to expect, so we aren't quite as apprehensive about having to do it again. The order of the day is chin up and mush on.