better

Okay, admittedly, I was down during that last post. I don't consider the pondering of a future demise strict evidence of depression, more a contemplation of reality. But, I was down nevertheless.

My sleeping has improved this week, and, of course, with it, my outlook. I've had a couple of good trumpet sessions. There is hangover now of playing on consecutive days. I am thinking long and hard about not participating in the Celebrate America show in Sept which demands being on the bandstand virtually for a week of nights. There is scant recovery between shows. This morning I have a pleasant fatigue from playing a couple hours last night with the guys. It was fun. But even after a pretty good 8 hours of sleep I feel I need some more. (Of course, I will just take it--the beauty of retirement!) I believe I can still do Jazz Kicks in the fall. It just demands a single rehearsal per week ending with a single concert.

We are moving forward with simplification in our lives, if only in fits and starts. Since I never play my (600!) CDs anymore--replaced by satellite radio--I have catalogued them, boxed them, and contacted the university in re an inkind donation of them to the Music Department where they may help the Jazz Studies program and its students. We have some guys skim-coating the stucco where it has gotten cracked, refinishing the deck and some out door furniture and repairing fencing. The place is beginning to look good again. 

This should sound a bit more up....because it is!

Oh, yes: we are going to do some overnight oximetry to determine what my oxygen saturation is during sleep. If it is low, then I will qualify for O2 in the home and maybe to travel with. Solving problems, one at a time...