Tuesday Running Slow

It was another dull day, but I need a few of those. I slept with a few breaks and then rose about 9, oversleeping for me. I was up at 4ish to take some painkillers, was back resting after 5, and then woke after 9. Corwin had done the dishes so I could just make liberal coffee using my French Press. I found some Greek-style yogurt in the frig, likely bought by my sister, and had that for breakfast.

The cough is still there, a bit improved, but it still harrases me. The incision in my belly is still showing red and hot, and it appears unhappy, but there is no break or drainage, so no panic. I have no fever, just a cough. The one in my head is fine and healing well. I have an appointment on Thursday.

I wrote the blog, and the morning vanished in a poof of writing and texts to Dondrea and Mariah. I am waiting for the new VW bus to be available. It seems to be what I want for a retirement vehicle, as I want something I can sleep or camp in. I want the two-motor version, which will not be released until next year. I am waiting, but I want to test drive one soon to see if I would want to drive it. So when the new bus is available, I will try to get a test drive.

I baked four chicken quarters (from Whole Foods’s meat case) with salt and pepper. I steamed some broccoli and microwaved a potato, dressing it up with butter and salsa for lunch. My potassium is still low, and doc says to eat more veggies. I also have a banana. I put the extra in the frig in a glass container (thanks, Glenda and Gene). I put away one-quarter of the leftovers for my lunch on Wednesday. Later, Corwin had two quarters and said the chicken was excellent and tasty, some of his best. Sea salt and fresh ground pepper on both sides, cook on bone-side up for thirty minutes, turn, and cook for twenty more at 350F. This was my top oven, so it was just plain baked, not convection air.

Corwin returned from his dishwashing and cooking job at the local Hawaiian-style food joint. I found the heat gun for him, which I used on the electronic. Soon, he used the heat to melt the lock-tite on the transmission plug and could now remove it. He could remove the drain, too (not without effort). Soon, what little transmission fluid remained was gone.

I boarded Air Volvo, and with Corwin monitoring me, I drove Air Volvo to the auto supply store and then to ACE Hardware to get a few washers. The plug was hard to get, but we got some help. The damaged one was replaced, but the drain plug was not found. Corwin needed, at least, to replace the damaged fill plug, and we found washers at ACE to help seal the plugs. Corwin was then able to finish the fill and sealing without difficulty.

After I decided I had driven enough, Corwin took us to dinner to celebrate. The 649 was doing trivia tonight, so we were outside. I had a red ale, and we shared lime pork nachos and a hummus plate. Corwin also had tacos. It was cold outside, and soon, it was time to return home. I got to say ‘hello’ to Natalia and Crystal. They were happy I was well enough to visit.

I flew Air Volvo home and spent the rest of the night watching some Black Sails (not Dark Sails, which was the name I thought it was). The strange and often predictable plots, the anachronistic language and culture, and the American accents make me lose interest. I also hate to burn a day away, so it may not be the show. I would rather code, write, paint, build a model, or learn something than watch a show. But it is time to slow down for a bit, so I will try to enjoy the show.

I went to bed late (having started to read and losing track of time) and was washed and in bed by midnight. The iced tea did not help me sleep. It was hard to fall asleep, and I repeatedly woke up to remove excessive iced tea.

Thanks for reading.