Tuesday. Aches and pains in the morning. Yesterday's rain finally arrived, heading downtown on a bus after nine to get a haircut I'd scheduled the day before the operation, back then to the apartment before driving to the usual place to have a late breakfast. Aches, pains and no appetite. A waffle, Yogurt and orange juice at noon (in the rain). How many calories in all that? How many more are required today to stop this rapid weight loss? Do I care? (I think I do.)
Later. Fewer aches and pains, a short nap after the above, lying down without anything creaking or popping in what turned out to be a pretty good downpour, the rain penetrating the outer screens and splashing against the bedroom windows. Another day on the way to health and happiness. What more could an old man want?
Wilson had cataract surgery on one of his eyes yesterday and I have a call in to see how it went. He's still recuperating from his fall and making progress, but I plan to drive down and see him later this week. What I've been going through is nothing compared to his last three months. Best to remember that.