12 hours into Sandy’s dialysis

Early morning tea ceremony.

• Feed cats, freshen their water.
• Load new dishes in dishwasher (don’t have time to unload—oh well, a few dishes will be really clean). Turn on water miser cycle.
• Bring 1 1/3 cup water in microwave to boil. Pour over 1 qt and 1 cup teabags, steep 3 min 33 sec, add Splenda to taste, pour into 20 oz container of ice. Screw on top to minimize mess due to inevitable spills. Enjoy.

Well, enjoy is too far a stretch this 5:21 a.m. —but who’s counting.

Long, long night. Movies didn’t put me to sleep. Meds didn’t either. Soft elevator music through my TV cable soothed.

At midnight I read the psalms. I’ve gotten out of the habit, since I got my fancy new genuine leather NT and psalms. God chuckled when I bought that. There was an instance of dittography in 2 Cor, and I found a footnote with Gk in l.c. But who notices.

When it’s the “inerrant” Word, you do, I suppose.

If I only had access to the autographs, aka original manuscripts, I’d be sitting pretty.

But they went the way of the lost Ark, the Holy Grail, and the robe.

It’s part of the human condition to look for a Golden Calf to worship.

Especially when you’re short a couple working kidneys.

In the hospital Sandy started hemodialysis last night. Her other treatments didn’t jump start her ailing kidneys, so they junked the plan of waiting “oh as much as a year” and began yesterday.

Because of HPPA they won’t talk to me on the phone, even though Sandy signed the damn form.

At 11:45 a.m. I myself have a run in with a physician, probably routine.

Then, we bring my love home and begin life in a whole new world.

As for me, it’s now 5:36 a.m. Back to the psalms—even in a not-so-perfect copy.