Saturday, 10/9 -- Gee, I don't remember planting 10,000 morning glory seeds in the yard.

Today I spent the afternoon with my lovely sister Connie and our good friend Matt. They helped us cut through the jungle that was our yard. It looks like a brand new yard, it's amazing.

The young hummingbird is now long gone. We haven't seen hide nor feather of her for more than two weeks now. Hopefully she got the hint and flew south for the winter. We'd gladly keep her in the house for the winter, but the cats would be a little razzed by her buzzing around.

This weekend is glorious. I haven't felt this good since June. I look forward to the next couple of weeks with dread, as I've mentioned before. I also take great comfort that on the other side of the treatment I WILL feel this good again.

I will beat this disease.
I will regain my strength.
I will walk without resting.
I will drive a car again.
I will buy new clothes that fit me.
I will work and earn a living.
I will plant a garden.
I will eat without feeling sick.
I will eat Thanksgiving dinner (with turkey and all the trimmings).
I will decorate the Christmas tree this year.
I will be able to have intelligent conversations about anything other than cancer.
I will regain my life.
I will love my life even more because (insert cliche here).
And I will see Penn State and Joe Paterno have a winning season sometime in the future.

All this and much more. Stay tuned.