I woke up at 4:30. I was really awake. So I got up and slowly got my suit on and went to the pool. No hurry. The water was back up to comfortable temperature. I started off slowly and the first 200 yards or so were a little dicey but I did not stop - even at the edge - and soon it was fine. Just fine. Just my regular swim. Not my fastest but not bad at all. It felt so good.
I'm still coughing a little but at least not while I swim. I'm sure the swim success was at least partially psychosomatic but I don't care. Knowing that I am on the way to healing is way better, operationally, than being bummed about how this might be the way my life is from now on.
I am going to figure out a way to get and keep prednisone on hand so that I don't have to repeat these last 10 days. I totally get the (particularly legal) ramifications but I'm playing the old age card for all it's worth. At nearly 70 years old, I'm barely planning for 5 years much less 10 - long term negative side affects do not put me on notice.
I've had breakfast now and caught up with the internets and know that I can leave the house and maybe even engage in casual conversation with people and not sound like a 1940's TB ward, I'm conjuring ideas.
My stash of Diet Dr. Pepper is getting perilously low. As is my supply of English muffins (my go to recently). I think I can get both at Cash and Carry so I think that's where I'll head. I bought a couple of pairs of socks at Goodwill a week or so ago. They were not pre-owned but from their stock of brand new stuff and I really love them so I think I may drop in there and see if I can snag a couple more pair. I also have a bag full of donation stuff. And Goodwill is near Cash and Carry. I'm seeing a plan come together here.
I totally forgot about the Seattle Men's Chorus Christmas concert this year until today. The cheapest seats left are $50 and I'm not sure I'm that into it. I'm sure there are special deals - maybe even day of show but I can't find them. Oh well. The one I'd go to would be Christmas Eve afternoon show. I may re-google that morning.
And, finally... I serve Zoey wet cat food when she asks for it. I put it in her dish and put the dish on her placemat and tell here "Bon Appetite". Every time I say that to her I giggle at the very fact that I do it. Every time.
Yesterday, I watched my brother, via his web cam, put a bowl of yogurt down for his chickens who were gathered and ready for their treat. As he turned away, he told them "Bon Appetite!" Cracked me up!