Daily Success January 5 – Disappointing. And I’m surprised that it’s that good. Full sets of exercise, within the limits of knee condition, got me there. Zero on the bike, not because of a lack of intent, but simply because of seeming endless “other duties as assigned,” especially for SurveyorBot.

Yesterday

Part of the hurdles overcome yesterday was real exhaustion after a really bad night’s sleep. I awoke about 4 AM and, after tossing and turning, rose around 5 expecting to make up the sleep time with a nap that never came.

There were seemingly endless emails about some old documents that I want to donate to the Kentlands Community Foundation. After being ignored, suddenly everyone was responding. And I get to hand the box off today at noon! Joy in Mudville.

Ditto with folks starting to return to the SurveyorBot efforts after a couple weeks dedicated to the holiday. A short call with Joe to arrange a Zoom for today, a long Zoom with Kārl. Progress was made, however.

Today

Today looks like “more of the same” as yesterday. I’ve got to help Jan with getting her car to and from the dealer for service, the documents handoff, a Zoom with Joe, and – and very importantly – an appointment with Monika.

All of the injections and physical therapy seem to be making a difference, and a difference in the right direction. My knee is ALMOST at full flexibility this morning and has not been painful in some days (knock on concrete). I was able to walk on the treadmill for 12 minutes yesterday without piriformis pain, but still with discomfort. The sciatica was mostly quiescent. Hope springs, and all that.

The Future

Tomorrow morning, I’ll have to leave the house by 7 AM to get to BWI on time. Jan has volunteer activities, so that will probably be an Uber. The South Dakota travel, hopefully the last travel for some time, will make getting back into my routine impossible until the end of next week. That routine is key to success complying with Larry’s suggestion that my whisky consumption be reduced or, better, eliminated.

But our last meeting with Larry weighs on my spirit. How many good years are there before us until physical limits become insuperable? How am I willing to spend them if Jan cannot meet me, if not halfway, at least somewhere tolerable?

A time for choosing is upon me.