Still looks nasty, but the wound is closed, and wearing the compression stockings really helps to keep the swelling down.

Ron and I, mostly I, vacuumed the back of the frig today.  Huge clumps of dust.

Alpha and I visited Highfield for a first meeting of the Gardeners.  We won the door prize!

Alpha stayed for lunch.  Drove her home in rain and sleet.  Nasty Nor’easter.

I think I was triggered by a Netflix episode and a Globe story about adoptees.

Had a shouting match at PT about being a less-than-valued person after I was blown off by the techs, who chose in two consecutive sessions to attend to little women with dark hair.

I had a dream last night about the downside of being a non-blood relative on the Cohen side.

It is unsettling that these things are coming to the surface so late in life.

Distracted, maybe, by job search, I managed to mess up two projects over the weekend.  I kludged a fix of one today.  The other was irredeemable.

I got fed up with the stupid overbooking of PT patients at CCOSM and fired them today.  Sounds like they are notorious for this.

In her book “The New Prophets of Capital”, Nicole Aschoff writes sympathetically about the stories we spin not only to make sense of the world, but also to help ourselves bear its indignities.  To uphold a profit-driven society willingly, workers must believe, in the fact of contrary evidence, that such a society “is worth their creativity, energy and passion” and that it “meets their need for justice and security.”

Miya Tokumitsu

I had PT in Sandwich yesterday, so we brought the elephant back to the laundromat for a second wash, this time with white vinegar as well as soap.

Quite a collection of our neighbors’ deliveries and mail!

Ron treated us to poached salmon dinners at Wimpy’s last night.

He’s looking forward now to his trifecta in May!