News. Not the news we wanted to hear

We met with the oncologist today. The news was disappointing, but not unexpected.

I came back to work after the appointment and spoke with one of my attorneys, who said something like, "You're being so strong about this. If it were me, I would be scarfing chocolate like crazy."

I had to laugh. "Yeah, that's what I did: I immediately went to Starbucks and bought a chocolate croissant right after the appointment."

If the schedulers manage to pull all the right strings in time, Rob will be hospitalized Monday for four days.

In other news...um...Fiona's apartment is great. And my back is much, much better.

Watching The Lizzie Bennet Diaries is a fine thing to do tonight.