The Fireman is, of course, postponed.
He called tonight. HE called not his wife, which caught me off guard. He seems smart and kind on the phone. A bit of a southern accent I think. He said tomorrow won’t work, but anyday next week is fine. With PKDs I turn into a weird teenager on the phone with lots of nervous laughing. So without trying to sound too desperate, I say ‘I think Monday works for us.’ Really we can do any day too, but I can’t handle more anticipation.
I am trying to get myslef used to all the waiting. Lord. The PKD thing is so emotional.