Wednesday a.m.

Good morning! How's it going? How many days until Christmas?

Today's the long day. I tried to sleep in and actually made it to 5:15 - ha ha. I really wish I could learn to stay in bed longer, but once I am awake, I find it hard to stay there. The upside is that I get a lot of stuff done in the mornings.

Yesterday was centered around Roger. I went over and took care of his dog. Soon, like right now, I am looking for someone to take the dog until Roger comes home again, which is likely going to be a while. Let me know if you are interested. Roger's house is pretty much a mess, and the dog has contributed a fair share of making it that way. I need to go do some basic cleaning...

Roger was about the same yesterday, maybe a little better but not much. He is still in isolation and will be another day or so. They have to take cultures three days in a row to determine if he has TB. Today will be day 2. Until they get to day 3 and beyond, visiting him requires a gown, mask, gloves, etc., which makes it a little harder. I went in yesterday with the social worker. Since she is a hospital employee, she had to have this really fancy outfit, looked like a haz mat suit, only a little lighter. The nurse debated whether I would have to wear one also. I told her that I've already been super exposed anyway. She let me go with the stuff I mentioned above. I am assuming Roger does not have TB. I'll be in for a shock if he does.

I spent quite a bit of time with old Rog yesterday. The social worker wanted me to tag team regarding nursing home placement. We did, and I think it went OK. Roger can't walk right now, so he really has no choice. I am guessing they will try to discharge him on Friday, assuming he is TB free. They are doing more tests today regarding possible lung cancer.

The rest of the day was filled with study and phone calls and messages. Last night I went to Bedford to run with my friends, which is always an encouraging experience. I started early so I could get 4 miles in, including a couple of hill repeats. I missed Monday's workout altogether, since I was dealing with Roger.

With my 4 miles in, I met everyone else. I thought they were running 5, but someone said something about 7 miles. OK. Then it was negotiated down to 6. OK. Then we were directed to go the wrong way, which would have made it a 5.5. Not OK. I mean you can't run 9.5 miles! So close to 10, you have to do 10. So another guy and I took a detour, and I ended up with more than 10. It was nice and misty. Actually, I think the mist had turned into rain, but it was mild. I enjoyed it and felt really good.

Today I have meetings, a court visit with a grieving mother, a trip to Bloomington to see Roger, and a class to teach. Going to start it all with an easy 5 mile run. I am thinking of running long in the morning.