What went before ONE: All righty, then!
In my small, as yet uninvaded by Marines corner of the US, where it is cloudy, cool, and damp, I did go see the chiropractor, which was good, because back pain had continued escalating, until I was forced to sacrifice one of my precious Meloxicams to stem the pain and it was exactly like throwing a snowball at Hell.
I'm not gonna lie: getting smacked with a hammer in precisely the places I hurt most wasn't fun. OTOH, the relief was damn' near immediate. I came home, threw down some muscle relaxants, in order to get ahead of the cycle, got an ice pack and laid down in the bed, where I was immediately joined by Rook in what may be his first solo nursing gig. When I woke up, he was still curled against my knee, and I had Firefly and Tali bracketing my hips, so obviously this was considered a Serious Event by the care staff.
I have another appointment with the chiropractor tomorrow afternoon, but the absence of pain is a benediction, as ever.
I'm out for the rest of the day, obviously, but hope to be functional tomorrow.
Everybody stay safe.
Oh! Someone had asked about my neighbor: I've seen him round and about, though not to talk to -- so I guess he's Clearing Stuff Out.
'night
What went before TWO: The names! The names! Obviously, I knew about the Sasanoa, but Upper Hells Gate and Hockomock have somehow eluded me for 35 years...
Cruise the upper Sasanoa River through Upper Hells Gate into serene Hockomock and Montsweag Bays. These tidal channels connect the Sasanoa River, Back River, and Sheepscot Rivers and once served as the primary rout for transportation between coastal communities like Bath, Wiscasset, and Boothbay. Their brackish waters host abundant fish and wildlife and serve as beautiful backdrops for photography opportunities. -- Maine Maritime Museum Tours
Tuesday. Mizzling and cool. Trash and recycling are at the curb. It would be nice if it didn't rain on one Trash Day so I could finish getting the Winter Boxes out of the garage before it's Winter again.
Breakfast was oatmeal with inclusions. Lunch may well be the leftover pretend chicken parm.
I am sneezing. Happily my back does not hurt this morning, so I may do so with impunity.
Follow up with chiropractor at 3 today; sewing at 5 (or, really, whenever I get there); grocery shopping after. In-between, one's duty to the cats, and the work of the house. I could, yanno, throw in a load of laundry, if I'm feeling particularly ambitious.
Two of the cruises offered from the Maine Maritime Museum hit the six lighthouses along the Kennebec River, and, Readers, I Am Tempted, because there's no other way I'm going to be able to view these lights. All I need to do is figure out if I can cope with two to three hours trapped with strangers and their kids on a tour boat, and what I'm going to do about not burning to a crisp.
Last night, the cats and I finished up Season 1 of Ncuti Gatwa's Dr. Who, and, having now seen the Whole Arc, I applaud Mr. Davies' storytelling (yes, yes, I know; y'all are experts on Everything Who; allow me my discoveries in their own time). Firefly Did. Not. Approve. of Suketh. She threw herself onto the couch and aggressively snuggled against my side, purring, and occasionally looking up at me. I had to assure her several times that Ruby would Fix It, with help from the Man Person.
Ah. And today marks 300 days of traveling with Perry Wink in Finch. A melancholy celebration in its way, but, hey -- any excuse for a party.
The younger staff members are playing tag in the back hall; Trooper is asleep on the co-pilot's chair.
Have a picture of the rose bush:
