The second or third day of the rest of my life, today. The first day was Monday, New Years Eve. It was lovely. Partied until nearly midnight with two of my granddaughters and their grandmother (my wife) The second day of the rest of my life didn’t count—it was a holiday. If I had been still salaried in my previous employment it would have been a paid annual leave (paid holiday). So today was the second day of normality according to the new normalcy. And perhaps indicative of the way things are now and will be for the future, busy. Well, perhaps that is a relative term at this point. I got up when I woke up—or rather when I woke up again and decided that staying in bed any further was counterproductive, because the pain of lying like that any more went beyond the pain of getting up and dealing with woozy/queasy. Then I ate something—a peanut butter and banana sandwich with mayonnaise and a touch of salt. I got just a hair bit too much salt on it this time. And Fresca and mango nectar to swallow the one aspirine a day (neurologist’s orders), and the two fiber pills a day (G/I’s orders). Then sat for a while until I got my sea-legs under me (not that I’ve been on a boat for many years—but spent a week crossing the North Atlantic in the gales of mid-winter half a lifetime ago, on the Queen Elizabeth, with 90-ft waves…do you call those waves, or walls???). Then did some paperwork, Internet work, and housework. Then went downtown to take care of financial matters with the financial people. Then came home to frozen dinner crap, but watched a fine film rented from the local movie purveyor as we ate the little frozen-reheated mush and had a thawed piece of lemon meringue/plastic pie.

Does aspirine have an e at the end? It does in French.