Saturday: His Kevlarness Kontinues

This sure won't be long!

But wanted you to know that the Kevlar William is STILL not the least bit nauseated, well, maybe the LEAST bit, but not much. He eats three meals a day, is still drinking his scotch (!) and just seems kind of fine!

His mouth tastes like metal, he says, and he feels like his muscles have no interest in performing duties such as walking, so he's in bed a lot, but he is telling ME that he has no real symptoms. He could by fibbing, though, as he knows I worry too much when he has symptoms, but I guess I believe him!

Last night, though, his fever got within one degree of having to take him to the ER, according to the take-home instructions. And he was beet red most of the day, all over. He said to tell you he's in the very slightest spiral downward, but that it's not the Firebombing of Dresden yet.

So far, so good. THANK YOU (ENTER ALL CORRECT BEINGS, FACTS, TRUTHS, ANGELS, POWERS AND PRINCIPALITIES THAT DESERVE CREDIT).

After what we expected, we are nearly prostrate with thankfulness for being spared, even if tomorrow it all goes to the hot place in a handbasket.

Love to you all!
Bethie