1:25 pm-- My adorable wife packed a very nice lunch in a small cooler and she packed my fave: PB&J! We just finished.
I am getting pretty anxious to get it done and get out of here. This is almost as bad as flying coach to London. Eventually, you can't find a comfortable place for your body and squirm about trying to sleep, albeit fitfully. This is a day to tolerate and get behind me and to realize that that sound we all hear is the sound of millions of lymphoma cells dying the horrible, painful death they richly deserve.
Technician P says this is the last bag for today. By my dead reckoning, it's about 40% done. Yippee!