The Start of the Week

It’s going to be an interesting week.

We have arrived in San Francisco at the home of my lifelong friend, Arnie. We are here for a week of testing and meetings to see if I qualify for a heart/lung transplant.

We spent last night in the hills above Sacramento with my sister and her husband Craig. It was very hot when we arrived, a stark contrast to the winter we seem to driven in to here in the city by the Bay.

Arnie lives in an area of town that likes to cling to the fog. I stupidly forgot to pack any kind of a jacket. I’m going to be freezing my ass off.

We left Spokane on Friday and drove all day to Klamath Falls. We spent the night there in a Super 8 Motel that was less than stellar. Had to get an extra set of towels and thank the Lord we didn’t run out of toilet paper. The roll was low and there was no backup.

Saturday was a pretty straight shot to Pilot Hill where Stacey and Craig live. We went out to this great little open air bar for beer and flat bread. The place was jumping and the band was rocking.

What should have been a two and half hour drive to Arnie’s took four hours. An hour of that was spent covering about a two or three mile stretch that just crept along forever.

This California traffic is crazy and I am not a fan.

Tomorrow, our first appointment at Stanford is a 8:00 AM. Arnie says it’s about 45 minutes away. We want to be sure and be on time so we’re leaving at 6:30.