Friday I am back to SF with a very generous friend willing to fight traffic and drive me into the city to see Dr Eskanazi before she disappears for the rest of the month on vacation, (Eskanazi not my freind). Will the drain come out? Seems unlikely.
Wiley will preform Friday night at Rock and Roll camp at UC Santa Cruz to an audience of Grandparents and maybe a Counsin/s and Auntie and then home on Saturday. Tim has started an new movie in Sonoma. We had always planned for him to go back to work on the 1st. We just got lucky with his first ever project in Sonoma County. Home at night, which is good as I am not exactly ready for prime time.
Another friend came, stayed the night, passed some time and got me off the nasty Percocet. So I am even slower now than I was which is unimaginable, but narcotics do have a "sell by date" on them for me. Who would have thought I'd have a drain in FOREVER. As long as it is in, no Advil or the like. So I am even slower as Tylenol is my only pain friend now. Thanks MJ.
And my hair washed again. Heaven!
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