Doing Time in the GPNW

Could things be any more boring than recuperating from surgery?  No, I think not.  Jim continues to make progress.  He’s cut back drastically on the drugs and this time it appears to be tolerable.  Three days in a row he walked up the hill and back.  Today was somewhat painful afterwards, so we’re thinking maybe we should alternate the hill with a flat route.  He was out for 45 minutes.  I have no idea if that’s good or bad, the medical professionals won’t provide targets.  They just say go as far as you can, safely.

It’s so weird being here in the GPNW with our gloomy skies, a few spits of rain and no wind, knowing what’s heading toward Florida.  It looks like the west side of the state is going to bear the brunt of it.  I feel bad for the people who are about to lose so much.  It’s made even worse by Jose following so closely on the heels of Irma.

I saw this on Huffington Post.  Twenty five years ago when Hurricane Andrew came ashore, the zoo put the flamingos in the restroom.  This time they have their own concrete enclosure.



Other than this, I have zippity doo-dah all to report.