Wednesday 09/04/2024
Laundry day. Got that done in good time, all wrapped up by 10.
The technical report on my ultrasound came through. The nice tech Jennifer cautioned me about trying to read the official report, wait for my doctor to message me. But she hasn’t so I read it anyway and it all sounds normal, cysts are the same size as in 2022, no anomalies.
Practiced “City of New Orleans” with Craig. He said “we sound about as good as we’re going to get,” which I agree with, and we won’t rehearse again until the official rehearsal day which isn’t that far off, the 10th.
Back in 2019 this was a journal of my thoughts and feelings during bereavement. In the four (four! can you believe it?) years since, it has become more of a line-a-day diary, much less self-examination.
Partly that is because I haven’t had a lot of strong feelings, or self-realizations, to talk about. But partly it’s because at least a few CH people have heard the codgerville.net URL, and I can’t say when one might drop by. Per the wordpress stats, the typical post has 3 visitors, and I’m pretty sure I know who they are; but a few posts get 4 or even 5 visitors. And I can’t be sure who they are. So I don’t want to write anything here that might embarrass or annoy or hurt a neighbor who might drop by.
From which you might guess that I’ve been having feelings or realizations that I might talk about, except for the above considerations. Maybe I’ll start a new, secret blog where I can dump the things that rattle around in my aging brain.
Codgerville 