Port flush day today which means 6 weeks--count 'em--since the last poisoning. Routine visit with the friendlies at the Cancer Center. Ordered a plumbing part after that, then some practice on a few of the rotten intervals and reading involved in Thelonious Monk's music which the big band will be doing in concert all too soon. Some of it seems impossible to play right. Tricky devil was Monk.
My health is status quo ante which is a fine place to be. Still with the neuropathy and the arthritis seemingly affected by the crazy spring weather. A former weather man for one of the SLC stations used to call this time of year, "sprinter". Sixty degrees one day, blowing snow the next. Hopefully, we are done soon. One's thoughts revert back to Key West. Wonder what they're doing now? I am definitely thinking fishing.
Strongly considering a move off the hill. That's a whole blog in itself that I am not quite ready to write....yet.
Fishing sounds like exactly the right thing for you. Take the trumpet, in case the fish would rather listen than bite. Carry on the battle, hard and tedious as it is.
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