Ed finished his course of antibiotics and then after improving, is again unable to eat nor drink and has vomited when he tries. Also, he is running a low-grade fever. Back to the drawing board. And yes, I am worried. Visits from a visiting nurse and a physical therapist have been extended, and today, for the first time an occupational therapist came. (It is nice that he is politically progressive and listens to Rachel Maddow.)

But we have to find out what is going on with Ed and, so far, no one has any answers.

On an unrelated but annoying event…

I park my car on the left side of our driveway and that appears to be directly in the path of a flight pattern used by VERY LARGE BIRDS (osprey, egrets, pelicans), judging by the size of the droppings that adorn my car from time to time. They make the car look like a Jacskson Pollock painting. Ed’s car is never touched. So I grabbed the glass cleaner and paper towels and cleaned it off. Sol said wait and I’ll wash it with the hose tomorrow morning, but, you know, guh, I couldn’t wait. And, also bird poop is corrosive.

Sol likes to hear me play, even just practice, and I do feel inhibited when she always joins me, but I can’t say no to her. So I am practicing with an audience. I mean, if I want to go over two measures 35 times, it bothers me that she has to sit through that. I should be happy just to have someone who loves it all.

xx, Teal