"We had still duties which we ought to perform."

Who ever thought I'd be quoting from Frankenstein? Fall semester ends in a week. I have two final exams to study for, as well as a large, time-consuming portfolio of Mary Shelley to assemble for my British Literature class. It involves a lot of reading, a great deal of writing, and a generous dose of blood, sweat and tears. (Just kidding about that last bit. My professor said when describing the assignment to others we should make it sound really difficult so they'll take pity on us. Did it work?) I would finish sooner if I wasn't a compulsive rewriter. My work goes through half a dozen iterations before I'll quit.

Paul has been able to work the last two days, in spite of the continuing pain in his shoulder. He starts oral chemo on Monday. At our appointment on Wednesday, Dr. Hancock said he wants Paul to have a PET/CT scan the week after next, rather than waiting until January. He has been consulting with Dr. Jones at Huntsman, about a possible surgery after the first of the year. Speaking of Dr. Jones, we got an e-mail from him with pictures of Paul's leg surgery. Only those with strong stomachs should ask to see them. They're pretty amazing, in a gross sort of way. He did say he sent "the least gross" of the bunch. Thanks!

Last night I took Paul to see the play She Loves Me at the university. The Tom Hanks/Meg Ryan movie You've Got Mail is based on the same story. It was a musical, making it a supreme sacrifice on Paul's part to sit through the whole thing. He's very good to humor me when it comes to cultural events. He even went to the Ballet with me when we were dating.

We put up Christmas decorations for Family Night. We haven't cut a tree yet, but might do that tomorrow, umm...I guess it's tomorrow already, so make that today, depending on how Paul feels. Parker is anxious for more snow, even praying for "moisture for the crops next year." But we know he really wants it for snowboarding. That's okay, it suits both purposes.