(not necessarily in that order)
Tonight we got together with some friends to watch a movie in the (infrequently used) common room of one of the Village housing clusters.
Imagine our surprise when we found a phone book from 2010 (“please recycle after January 2011,” it says).
It was rather surreal how completely foreign it felt to me to try and look up someone’s name. And yet, that’s the way it was done — back in the day.
I got a haircut today and, as usual, we took a minute to schedule my next appointment.
We counted six weeks out, which was perfect timing — right before my departure to Sacramento for the bone marrow transplant.
Except then it hit me — after they collect my stem cells I’ll be receiving a high dose of chemotherapy, which will result in losing my hair. Soooo…that would sort of negate the need for a haircut the week before, wouldn’t it?
Definitely a surreal moment.