It was down to 99 yesterday morning and then by yesterday night it was at 89. That is a very, very fucking good sign. I was giddy I tell you. She was talking like she'll be back. I have no clue whether the docs will really let her back so soon or if it's her usual stubborn and persistent self talking. Do you know that girl did her homework for my class, a little one page thing worth a mere 1% of her total grade, the day after a weekend of hardcore chemo and then a bone marrow transplant? That my friends is extraordinary.

L woke me up earlier than I'd like to get up this morning so I don't have much the wherewithall to do much else than post the good news. She was pretty cute and incredibly persistent. She pulled me out of bed and made me pee in "my potty". She got me a sweatshirt and some socks to put on over my pjs. Then dragged me to her room to help her with her pick out some clothes and get changed. As I was wearily dragging my sorry ass down the stairs ahead of her she stopped and looked at me all sideways and said, "aw are you still sleepy mommy? you can keep sleeping downstairs. on two pillows." Heh. She knows I like to use two of the silly couch pillows.

I'm giving my first colloquium on Monday at the University about an hour from here and I have left it really very late to be getting ready for it. I'm on about slide 20 of 75 to adapt and rework. And I definitely want to practice a few times to make sure I sound good and that I have good timing for the whole thing. I guess I'm going to have to work on slides all day. Then I can practice tomorrow. Eep. T has been nagging me like MAD to get some papers to her. I started working on that over my break and got pretty far behind on everything else. Bah. I swear I get headaches whenever I think of or hear from those tools.

Anyway... EIGHTY NINE YO!