Holed up

As much as I'd like to say we were out and about yesterday, the high humidity and heat drove us indoors early and there we stayed in spite of our earlier plans to go to Cranes beach. I had my helical CT early yesterday and since no one called in a hurry with dire results, I'm breathing a little easier ( pun intended) and looking forward to crossing one more nasty possible cause for this cough off the list. In spite of the fact that no local hospital can manage to get my name right, it was a pretty good experience, quick and fairly painless even with the funky reaction I get to contrast I.V.'s.

Back home, I am working my way, slowly, through Anathem and am determined to get it over with. So I can move onto something a little lighter than 900 pages of math monks in space. I like Neil Stephenson mind you, but. . . Favorite line in the whole book is "We're on our way to meet an alien spaceship capable of destroying everything. We have a protractor."

We're up early, (Steve wins with a 3:30 am wake up time) and I'm going to make short work of this post because we're on our way to an overnight camp out on the Boston Harbor Islands. Bumpkin Island to be specific. It's one of those things I've talked about doing for years and I am becoming profoundly aware that my last week before new job starts has the clock ticking on it. Now I have to figure how to pack everything we need to camp for the subway and ferry. We're going to look like homeless people.