Cookies and a Drawing

Geez, is it really only Friday? Seems like it should be the weekend by now, for sure. This has been a long week.

The doctors said yesterday they expect to keep Dave in the hospital through the weekend, to allow his antibiotics to work more completely. They plan to operate to remove a scarred, infected part of his colon on May 3. In between I believe they're going to send him home on oral antibiotics, and he might even go back to work. I haven't quite figured out the paradox between the apparent urgency of his illness (multiple days in the hospital) and the less urgent approach to surgery (waiting ten days). This morning I hope to get to the hospital in time to talk to the doctors myself and get a clearer picture.

Yesterday at work, despite all my recent whip-cracking, I got cookies and a big "thank you for all you do" card from a group of 10th graders, even featuring a line drawing of me:

I thought that was a pretty awesome rendering! I can't be easy to draw. (Although not having hair probably simplifies things.) I have the card propped up on my desk so all the other kids can admire the handiwork. Maybe they'll be shamed into giving me more cookies. I could be on to something.

I'm finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel with my Jack London biography. It's been a good read, and the guy certainly led an interesting life -- he went to England, Samoa and the South Pacific, Australia, Japan, and of course Alaska and the Yukon (where some of his most famous stories are based). This was in the late 1800s and very early 1900s, long before commercial air travel! Anyway, I'm about 75 pages from the end, so I ought to finish it this weekend. For someone who led such a short life (he died at 40) he generated a remarkable amount of material for a long biography.

(Top photo: A new cherry tree planted on our street. See what I'm trying to do there?)