Saturday, September 1, 2018

a quiet Saturday evening


- the early part of which was spent on Alice's bed watching volleyball streaming from Florida.  Not a good day for Alice - it's true what they say - chemo treatments #s 5 and [I'm projecting to next time] 6 might carry with them the promise that you're reaching the end - but on the other hand, their after-effects suck, bigly.  I'm sure she would have cheered up a little if USC (ranked 7!) had beaten the unranked University of Central Florida.  But, whatever: we didn't block at all well, and our passing was patchy, and and and.  Moth (watching Cindy Marina serve, here), was both glued to the screen, and horrified by our performance - as well she might have been.

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