Went up to Fort Dix to see Pat's doctor and, as we assumed, there's nothing new on the health end. It was actually a pleasant drive, up through the farmlands and small-town outskirts of rural Jersey, and we enjoyed it.
Had a nice long chat with Betty, who sounds good and is feeling great. So glad her ordeal is over.
E-mailed Alison to ask if she wanted to go with me to the tag sale at the Sands Casino over the weekend. (It actually costs $10 to get in--what new wrinkle is this, anyway? Ten bucks to look over a bunch of high-priced, second-hand junk? But I'm going to pay it, aren't I?) Alison worked at the Sands for several years and met her first husband there, so I thought she might enjoy it.
I wanted to sleep later today (asked Pat to set the alarm for 6:00), but woke, as usual, at 5:00. I can't have coffee or anything to eat, so just have to wait it out until I leave for the stress test about 6:45. I'm supposed to be there at 7:45, but know I'll probably be early, which I'm notorious for being.
Made stewed chicken in the crock pot and it was so good. Had chicken left, so I sliced it down for the sandwich I'm taking to the stress test.
I may seem cool and collected about today, but I'm not--I'm very nervous. Will tell all tomorrow.