Happy and Sleepy

We received a call from our daughter and son-in-law in Paris late last night, regaling us with stories of trips to U boat bunkers with 8 foot thick cement roof in northern France, and fabulous meals by the campfire with mussels and crusty bread. They told us how my best friend's daughter is so closing to making him a grandpa, they pushed her gravid form on a razor scooter to a Parisian restaurant as walking induced contractions.

When I had finished responding to the "urgent" emails, it was 2 AM, and though I set the alarm for 5:30 to drive to San Diego for an optional but interesting medical conference on sleep disorders, I decided, it was better to walk the walk , or in this case, sleep the sleep, than listen to the talk on sleep.

Platelets were good yesterday: 224,000. That is only half the rise as compared to my first IVIG, but it is still a very healthy and safe level. I can always find a way to worry or not.

A friend is debuting his new romance novel at a book fair with Dean Koonz and other big writer, so we are heading off to congratulate him and get an autographed first edition.

Overall, I have a good feeling that things are going to work out. Lots of great possibilities.