More of the same. Still visiting the cats and kittens, still reading Le Monde, still playing around with drum lessons.
Tomorrow: process the pictures I took today; bake a lemon cake for Thanksgiving dinner; use the new cordless leaf blower to help move the leaves to the gutter out front; pick up a prescription for PG at Walmart. And, play around with drum lessons after dark.
PG was having back pain that neither physical therapy nor her chiropractor could make go away. Eventually, she made an appointment with the family doctor, who prescribed meloxicam. We were concerned that it's an NSAID, but it's a pain medication that treats inflammation as well, and doesn't have side effects of drowsiness or dizziness. It's worked well in her case.
Today, we did some shopping, and she was able to walk around with minimal pain in each of the 3 stores (Costco, Target, and Walmart). Still, due to the prior pain she wasn't used to that much physical activity, so she went to bed and sleep well before me.
I'm practicing ghost notes, reading New Yorker articles about Dick Cavett and Eleanor Roosevelt, et aussi des articles du Monde de Maia Mazaurette.
On our way home from the doctor, PG spotted a blue heron flying above us, I'll guess about 20 feet off the ground. Its speed and ours were close enough, and the road was clear ahead and behind us, so I got a few seconds of its grace.
We reached an intersection with a stop light, and the bird continued over the road, descending quickly and landing on a patch of grass just outside an area that was left unmown most of the year. Both PG and I got one last glimpse of the heron on the ground after the light turned green and we continued on our way.
