Filed My Taxes
Tuesday. A bit of tossing and turning last night, probably because I got to bed too early, all of it resulting in what I assume was a good night's sleep. The blood pressure is still running in the nineties over sixties, although I had one reading smack on at 122 over 80 yesterday afternoon. Oh, and the cardiologist's nurse called all freaked out telling me to stop taking the blood thinner for two days and then go in for another blood test lest I cut myself and bleed to death. Lots of things are out of whack with this operation and recovery, no reason to get excited. I'm tired of all of it, the poking along toward feeling better, but then that's the way the world works. Remember you're sitting here with a good prognosis, my bucko, bleeding or not. There are/were many other ways this could have gone, a couple of which it tried. Keep quiet and maybe you'll knit together into one piece and make it to the Cherry Blossom Parade in San Francisco this coming Sunday. You can use the pictures.
Actually, I've had some useful realizations creep in from the outside during this period. The photographs have gotten in a rut. The same events, the same pictures. Some of that I see changing to a somewhat different direction maybe, although I don't really trust myself. Something a bit more radical? I know how to do it, I've done it to excess in the past, turning on a dime and taking off in a totally different direction. How many new directions do you need in a life? Maybe too many, I'm thinking.
Later. One nap later, maybe an hour and a half. Still foggy, but more rested, the sun bright, the temperature fine, the wind brisk. And I've filed my taxes. My. my.