Trying to Find a Rhythm

We are into our second week of this splendid isolation. If we don't show symptoms by next Friday, we will be out of danger for the time being. Not that we ever were in danger, or will ever be out of it for that matter, but that will make our health status semi official.

Of course, there is still a great chance that we will contract it at some time. From what I understand the odds may be anywhere from 30-70 to 50-50. At least we will have done our part to flatten the curve.

Sue came across a suggestion about how to look at this and proceed with it. To wit: when it comes to interacting with others, act as if you already had the virus.

Meanwhile, I am trying to find a bit of a rhythm to my days. We have been out for a stroll for three consecutive days now. There are very few people out; it is about as safe as possible.

For two of those three days, I have also remembered to do a little bit of exercise following a YT program. It is very mild senior stuff, but it is something.

I can't do any vigorous exercise as I am in line for foot/ankle fusion surgery. I have passed (or perhaps failed is the correct word) the first diagnostic phase. Phase 2 will be a meeting with the surgeon. Step 3 will be the procedure itself.

So our walks are more of a hobble. I have even taken to using a cane. I guess it takes a little strain off the bad foot and also gives me a somewhat better sense of balance.

But I feel and look more like 92 than 72 when I hobble about.

This all stems from a bad ankle sprain about 35 years ago. I managed well enough for 25 years, but 10 years ago, the pain became noticeable, and we discovered that I am missing cartilage and have a bone-on-bone situation.

The queue for the surgery is lengthy. There is a significant wait to see the surgeon, which will be followed by another wait wait before the actual surgery, assuming that he agrees with this course of action. And I am sure that the Corona outbreak will lengthen the waiting time into next year.

But I can get around, even if it hurts my pride a bit to hobble about with a cane. Scratch that: it really doesn't bother me in that sense, and I am grateful to whatever support the came gives me.

That digression wasn't exactly planned, and then took longer to describe than what I thought.

This was our daily selfie on what began as a rainy and overcast day. but it did get quite warm. Depending on whom you believe, the temperature skyrocketed to 10C/50F or more — almost tropical.

So we donned rain gear and bumpershoots. Don't blame me for the staging; Sue is in charge of the shoot, and I fall in line like a good husband.

We walked to the pond, but even the geese were displeased with the weather. There was a pair of distant mallards, but I can't see them in this picture.