R. was well enough to watch the football game yesterday afternoon, though in poor temper, his jones for coffee as bad as the urinary infection pain. He had to stop the coffee for the moment, and probably will try to make it permanent.
He isn't going in today; last night was pretty bad, yet again.
Over the weekend I read Anne Rice's new book, Of Love and Evil--a real page-turner! And I went to see the Mexican film, Biutiful, with Javier Bardon. It was a lovely nuanced performance in a film full of tragedy. The main character is dying of prostate cancer that metastasized, which scared me to death because I suspect R. has something going on with his prostate. I'm hoping I'm wrong, but he has promised me to go to the doctor and ask to be referred to a urologist when he's well.