My dad's friend Lonne, who I got to like quite a bit while I was in Nebraska this last time, rolled his truck. His son was with him but wasn't hurt, and Lonne got away with a few broken ribs. I hope he's doing well. (And I'm sometimes glad I spend so little time in cars, though I'm now in buses every day. Buses are pretty big and move pretty slowly, so they don't seem too dangerous.)

My dad starts chemotherapy on the 24th. I'm not sure why they've decided to do chemotherapy this time when they didn't do it after the brain surgery and seemed not to intend to do it after this last bout of radiation. I guess they changed their minds. Dad doesn't ask them these kinds of questions, so I'm in the dark.

Back to school tomorrow. Yippee!