My beer fridge isn't working very well

I didn't have any new photos so you get this shot
from the Volunteer Park water tower from last week

At home in Tucson we have a special wine cooler in the kitchen and a beer fridge in the laundry room.  Here, the beer fridge is our deck.  The first few weeks it was nice and cold outside.  Cold enough that the non-rocket scientists were concerned the beer would freeze.  Today the sun was shining on my beer.  We are sacrificing a lot living here. 

Today was the last dose of Methyltrexate.  It is a chemo drug, but given at a low dose just to suppress the immune system.  That was the last of the planned poisons.  Yay!

Not a whole else to report. 

I haven't mentioned the bone marrow registry for a few weeks.  Andy at work joined.  Unfortunately he's another of those coworkers undoubtedly with degenerate DNA who will actually dilute the high standards of the registry.  <sigh>  He joined when Nordstrom was running a special where they would pay the registry costs.  The affiliation with Nordstrom truly impressed Heidi, though I don't think it raises the quality of his DNA.  He doesn't read this blog anyway.  BTW, you don't have to pay to join regardless.  Nordstrom was only paying the costs to marrow.org; it's always free for you to swab your cheek and mail it in.  A.J. and Stephanie also joined the registry.  Last I heard Stephanie was disqualified for one of the many reasons on their list, but she re-inquired and got a different answer the second time.

Sorry, I have no clever quirks, no brazen buffoonery, no clever caprice, no delightful drollery, no entertaining escapades, no farcical frolic, no engaging gags, no . . . [Scott—put away the thesaurus!]

We just sit here grateful for every day that doesn't bring fevers (or the other f's) and gets us one day closer to the return of neutrophils, white blood cells and the new immune system.