Too Early on Sunday Morning

A much better night. The infectious disease doctor finally showed up around midnight. It turns out that I'm his mailman. He asked if I'd be going back to work on Monday. I told him, "That's pretty much up to you." He told us that the most recent cultures were negative, and that, along with other signs, seems to indicate that, at present, with a nod to the unkowability of the future, she might be going home next week.