I spell it "window A/C unit"!
So the temps are finally breaking - enough so that we're not actually slowly baking in our own rented-tin-can here. The girls are both blessed to be in Florida, the land of bountiful whole-home A/C but Marc and I are making due with our window unit in the bedroom - where I'm now nesting on the bed with my lap top for both work and play. We usually head out for a midday dose of cool air at our local Mexican restaraunt before coming home for hot dogs (on the Foreman Grill) followed up ever so healthfully with Breyer's Ice Cream. Yum. We use the ice cream to make up for the fact that neither the Mexican place nor hot dogs will be on list of meals to eat ever again when I've graduated and we've finally made up for years of going in debt while I get my accountant-groove-on. Heh.
Classes at Western Carolina start up again on Wednesday 23 August - so just about a week before I enter the salt mines again. Which I am actually both looking forward to and dreading. I worry each semester that this will be the one where I hit the "academic wall" and learn that I'm not quite so adaptable to higher education as I thought I was the previous semester. I'll be crushed when I finally lose my 4.0. Now, looking at my class schedule one nice thing is that all my classes are in the business building - even the business statistics class. So up and down the stairs all day is all I have to do - no marathon sprints across campus. Whew.
My dad's cyberknife treatments have been attempted and failed several times so far: the brand spanking new machine has had a busted part, as well as an inability to sync with dad's breathing, which has made using it impossible. He's still hoping to get a session in before leaving for Europe next week. Its been frustrating for him, for my mom (who takes off from work only to call back hours later to have to say, "Nope, still nothing...") and all of us.
Patrick contiues to weaken noticeably. We're hoping to make it down for a visit this weekend - but so far the magical money needed to afford the gas to get there hasn't materialized... We'll know more on that as we approach the weekend.