ROOSTER

CAR stays over Sunday night. Our beds are loaded with pillows and big goose-down covers. When you turn in bed, it sounds like a mass of swoosh-ing taffeta.

We set our cell-phone alarms for seven am. Turns out CAR has a crazy, maniacal rooster crow for an alarm. It's terrible. My alarm, is a soft, percussive, tribal, drum beat, that slowly grows louder and louder.
(This why the iPhone is better. It's more advanced, more civilized).

In any case, it's painfully early (for me). I wash my hair in the bathroom sink (I can't get in and out of a shower anymore without a support bench) - and scooter to the morning's first lecture on ALS research. I'm all cleaned up.

CAR will join me later.