Last night I had to ask my wife what day of the week it was. I'm losing track of time as each day blends into the other. Regarding Jeff's isolation project, I'm not sure what day this is1, and I'm not strictly following the rules2, but I want to continue using the project as a distraction. Having something to look forward to is helping with my anxiety. I've also decided to write these posts as the day goes along instead…
Today’s treatment at Bodine Center For Radiation Therapy was short. Right after treatment, I had a consult with my radiation specialist. It’s all coming together. My eyes look better. She’s pleased with the results and wants to schedule a followup in six weeks. We valet park the car. It's easier and gets me into the radiation therapy room sooner. While Bhavna waits for the valet to bring the car around, I am restricted to shooting between Sansom Street ad Chestnut…
He walked among the jets of water. He would stop, stare earnestly at the onlookers and sometimes point as if silently saying, "You too can be saved". He washed his hair in the water and then lay down, arms spread. He is the Philly Jesus.…
