God Bless Radio Paradise. They just played a song that I’ve been trying to figure out since the new year. Six months of Googling “come January” got me nowhere, but I just heard “Sworn and Broken” by the Screaming Trees and now I feel like I’ve accomplished something, and I didn’t actually do anything. All I did was listen at the right time. That’s the power of radio.
Other than that song, the best thing I heard today was, “Wait a minute, we just took a fresh, hot pepperoni pizza out of the oven.” Aw, yeah.
The nights have been rough. We have to hook up Fin’s antibiotics at midnight every night and then wait until the bag runs out without letting any air into the tube so we can get up and run ‘em again at six in the morning. That’s not an easy task when I’m not totally exhausted and half asleep, but even harder when I am. Level of difficulty, I give it like a seven. And I’m mostly just moral support. I administered his antibiotics all by myself for the first time yesterday and I called my wife no less than five times. Level of difficulty, like a thousand.
I just achieved the appropriate amount of caffeine for the day and it’s almost time to go home. French Vanilla coffee with a Milky Way Midnight Dark was the perfect afternoon pick me up. And now I should be wired for a while and maybe I can even stay up all the way to antibiotics time!
Who am I kidding? I’ll be asleep on the couch by nine. I just got a boring book of Maine folklore and I haven’t read anything in months. I don’t have cable or satellite anymore, so I’ve been watching movies suggested by our night nurse and I can’t take another weekend of The Benchwarmers or some other heartwarming family comedy. I can’t wait to lose myself in a book, get drowsy, and drift away with a paperback on my chest. That’s a good feeling, man.