Babysat the J-man this morning. As is his style, he was pleasant and happy the whole time. After Grammy returned, we went to the Farmer's Market. I got another cantaloupe from the Carpenter's because the one I bought from them last week was so sweet and good. I also bought some kale and a little baggie of sweet peas for the Vansome. I skipped out on the okra. I attempted fried okra last night, the good kind, pan fried with cornmeal. But as usual, I suck at it. I just can't make it taste like my mom's, no matter what I do. It wasn't bad, and I still ate it like popcorn, but just not quite as good. This time I used too much cornmeal, that was at least part of the problem.

I suffered through the end of 24 last night. It was watchable, but just barely. I did appreciate that Audrey didn't wake up at the end. I was sure she was going to open her eyes and be all recovered (just by the sound of Jack's voice) and they would go off into the sunset. I was also pleased that they didn't do the whole Jack is Josh's father that I was afraid they would do. I really didn't want Jack to have cheated on Terri more than just that time with Nina. See, the problem with this season is in what I just wrote. It sounds like I'm talking about a soap opera. Next year, oh please oh please, it will be better.

The Vansome is recovering nicely. He feels like he's got something in his right eye, the one they had trouble with, but other than that, he's feeling good. He's ecstatic over being able to see. He may need reading glasses. We'll know for sure in a couple of weeks.
My esophagus is also recovering, but much more slowly. I still have heartburn almost every night, and occasionally during the day, but it's not as bad. The counselor at my drug study scared me last week when I talked to him about it. He said he had the same problem and ignored it like I've been doing. By the time he took care of it, it was almost too late. He said that pain is good, because it lets me know I haven't killed all my nerve endings yet. Apparantly the next step after that is to wake up with a bloody pillow, or start hacking up blood during the day. Both of which are very bad signs. I think I'll go ahead and make that appointment now.