The curve is turning upward. Much progress at Devereaux. From patient-in-bed status to living the lifestyle of a disciplined pro athlete . Monitoring all the components of health. Hours of sleep, mins of exercise. Breaking down the nutritional content of all things consumed. Eating frequently and moderately. Power napping - rest is when the body heals, of course. Daily weigh-ins.
Talking is still limited, numerous little rubber bands keeping things closed. (Finally, the rest of us get to lead a conversation.)
Cards, flowers, books, phone calls, visits... good stuff. Is this too being tracked, lists kept, generosity ranked, files filed? One can only imagine the guilt that would accompany landing in the bottom slot. Feel free to enclose "get well" checks.
The Kaiser of the Kitchen is becoming the smoothie guru, with particular skill at sneaking protein into his concoctions. Burned through at least one blender. May also be getting a handle on his personal nightmare of plantar fasciatis that has been dogging him for weeks. PF is a pernicious beast, it doesn’t go away fast.
B kicked off her new job with a gathering at a new, brand new, DC area convention center. Nothing like meeting dozens (hundreds?) of new work people in the space of a day or two. Turns out The Gaylord was not quite ready to open. But they did, and the result was less than enjoyable for the guests. Good bonding time. B was fortunate not to leave with food poisoning. News reports 60+ guests from her event were not so fortunate.
Work remains steady for me, signs point toward indefinite extension of the comfy fluorescent womb that is the contract I've been on for over a year. The knee is also coming around. Doc has me attempting a gradual return to running. Every other day. Started at 12mins, now up to 31mins. Not 100% free of discomfort but fairly close. Thoughts of racing by midsummer are nudging their way into the mental mix.
Misc celeb sighting: Katy Kay (or a perfect look-a-like with a soft accent), at my swim site. Apparently with her 12ish daughter, I passed Katy (not in a swim suit, darn) chatting with the swim coach. Coach: encouraging youngster re running to supplement swimming. Katy: enthusiastic, perhaps hoping to infect child with same (or flirt with fit young coach? Nah.). Child: cornered and squirming.
Gas: $3.36 for the cheap low test at my secret red state source.
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