Gotta get this arm repaired. Woke up at two and couldn’t get back to sleep until four. Tossed, turned, nothing helped. Been popping Aleve like it was dope, but it doesn’t help. First thing I’m gonna do when this COVID-19 stuff is behind us is see my doc and get an RX for some physical therapy. I may have to wait a year, or two, at the pace things are going, but I’m sure it’ll be worth it.
On the positive side of things, had a pretty good day writing. Found the end for one of the short pieces I’d been working on, and put in some decent revisions on the other. Things are coming along more slowly than I’d like, but at least they’re moving.
Took a walk downtown to the post office around noon. Streets were empty. Construction guys over at CC were working away on the new arena, but the rest of the town was dead and a long way from looking for resurrection. Weather was nice again, but it’s not supposed to last. Been hearing reports of snow all day.
Made a pot of tomato soup for dinner. Seems like a good night for it. Boys called late in the day, and that made everything even better.
One last thing…
Told myself when I started this journal I’d keep politics out of it. Other things too. If these writings outlive me, just know there was a reason for that decision, and that the past few years have proved it to be a sound one.