A good week
You know, this has been a good week. Much better than last week. The shortness of breath I'd been experiencing for the last few months was originally diagnosed as asthma, but bronchodilators weren't doing much, and a series of tests followed, which pointed to a restriction , rather than an obstruction. That wasn't particularly comforting, as there are lots of restrictive lung diseases, and none of them are good. Last weekend I sat at home and waited for the results of a CT scan, and so things started looking up on Monday when I was told it wasn't anything serious, just a buggered phrenic nerve.
Tuesday got better as I finally found my Swiss Army knife, thought lost to the world in the morass we call an attic. It might only have one red panel instead of two, but the blades still hold an edge, and it would have been a shame to hold on to it for 18 years and then lose it in Kentucky.
Things continued looking up all the way through to the weekend. A tip-off lead me to a local sporting goods store, where they not only had a pair of the black Air Jordans I missed out on in November, they were my size, and reduced by $25! Plus I got to buy a machete, for clearing out the garden. Any day you get to buy a machete has to be a good day.
On the way to buy croissants this morning I decided to take an hour's detour on the way home. It being a lovely day, I'd taken the Miata, and I've not had a spirited drive in that car since leaving San Diego. I did discover some interesting back roads, but I think with 115,000 miles, and Bridgestone tyres that are great in the wet but a little uninspiring in the dry, I think my days of caning that car round narrow country lanes are at an end.












