So.... another, relatively uneventful day. Aside from the fact that lying on the couch in Trish's air-conditioned room was much more pleasant than lying on the couch in my un-air-conditioned apartment.... there wasn't much new info today.
Trish whispered to me, "You don't have to write every day, you know". And then she pointed to a blister pack on the bedside table. "Just tell them about that", she croaked.
So: Trish was allowed to suck half of a Cepacol lozenge today. The soothe factor, and the choking factor sort of cancelled each other out, but in the grand scheme of things it was pretty exciting.
Looks like another hot day tomorrow. Stay cool.