Have the countdown? Tomorrow is the rest day before transplant, then we count up till George is able to escape from the hospital. I bounced over early this morning, taking comfort in the N-Judah running so that I could sit on the hard seats of the tram rather than the slightly less hard seats of the N-Owl night bus. Go figure. The tram has a lot more seating and better grab bars for those standing.
George is wiped, after a bajillion interruptions this morning, he finally got some sleep this afternoon. I ducked out to the library, then came back and watched the first few innings of the As game with him rather than fight the crowds over to the ballpark and back. The Umpires have stepped over the line from bad to horrible. Even on reply it was obvious that there was a missed call. That call gave the Angels a walk rather than an out. Followed by another missed call. Since this was the top of the 9th, you can imagine. On second thought don’t.
