Edouard

Vlad is starting to get kind of poopy again. The beginning of the neutropenia. Some mouth sores developing. He's really tired. It's time to stay in the pajamas for about a week. He's got a big appetite and no nausea, which is comforting. But he's congested today. Suddenly again.

He has an appointment with Conlon tomorrow, but Tropical Storm/Hurricane Edouard popped up in the Gulf and is to make landfall near Galveston around lunchtime tomorrow. Edouard is supposed to drop in over Houston a little later on. A visit to Conlon's looks iffy. Everything but newspapers and police departments are shut down tomorrow (exaggeration, I hope). I picked up some extra water and ice tonight and both cars are full of gas. If we lose electricity, I want to move Vlad somewhere cooler. But we'll cross that bridge later.

This is a weird storm. It's moving along the coastline. Came out of nowhere. I'm feeling very uneasy. I think partly because it's so sudden. Usually you have a couple of days to get used to the idea you're going to go through this. Oh well, by all accounts it's a puny thing. But you absolutely never know.

So the water theme continues. Well, we need the rain.