Checkups, Andy, and A Midsummer Night's Fire

WE trekked down to Atlanta and back today for Jimmy's checkup at Emory - he's only having to be seen every sixty days now. As usual, the myeloma tests won't be completed for several more days, but the preliminary bloodwork looked excellent.

Dr. Lonial seems pleased with how well Jimmy's doing. Andy had to be left home alone all day, although a friend did come by after lunch to take him for a walk. I think Andy missed us: tonight he hauled every toy he has out of his toy box and dumped them at my feet, wanting to play.

When we turned onto Clifton Road leaving the clinic this afternoon, the thermometer in the car said it was 103 outside; that was probably an exaggeration because of all the pavement, but it was HOT.

By the time we'd wound up the mountain to Highlands, a shower had moved through, and it was in the mid-60's at our house. There's nothing like a nice fire in the middle of August to take the chill out of a room. (Yes, that IS obnoxious, isn't it?)