Lonely Road

Jimmy and I hit the highway at eight-thirty this morning, to give ourselves plenty of time to get to Emory for our one o'clock appointment. We could've left an hour later, the traffic was so light. Around Unadilla, while Jimmy was napping, I managed to dig my phone/camera out of my pocketbook and snapped a couple of pictures. You can barely see a car, way in the distance ahead of us, and a truck and a car over in the southbound lane, and that's about it: I-75 in the middle of June, prime vacation time. Surreal.

Jimmy's blood work looked good, and we left with these instructions:

1. Drink more water (creatine is a little high)

2. Take prescribed potassium pills (potassium is a little low)

3. Stay away from sick people (his immune system will be sub-normal for months, and even "well" people can be germy, so no hugging, definitely no kissing, preferably no touching. After one of my lectures, Jimmy, in exasperation, asked, "Ellen, what do you want me to do? Every time I leave the house, wear a big sign that says, 'DO NOT TOUCH' ?" "YES!" I told him. I can't help it. I've been in this hyper-protective mode for so long now, I admit that it's become a little obsessive.)

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We did Priceline last night: we requested a 4 star hotel in Buckhead, and offered $100, and got rejected, then offered $125 and got turned down again. Finally, $150 (too high) was accepted, but we got the Grand Hyatt again. Jimmy was disappointed because he was hoping for The Intercontinental, since he's never stayed there. But this is fine. We like Priceline: not only does it satisfy our Scottish sensibilities, but it's fun to see what you can get, and how cheap you can get it.