My new cane, um, walking stick arrived yesterday. In what has unfortunately become the norm the package was left on the front stoop of my house and not by the side door behind the knee wall that would shield it from prying eyes as had been the norm previously. Fortunately no packages have yet to go “missing” though I am contemplating what I will do when I order a thing of value such as a new camera, computer, or whatnot.
It is somewhat ironic that the cane arrived yesterday because it was the first day that I was able to go the entire day without the use of a crutch. Sure, there was plenty of discomfort still but I was able to amble about and even descend the stairs at the new office building for the first time. Now if I can just stop walking like Fred Sanford.
I’m really looking forward to being able to walk more than 100 yards again. The thought of getting out for lunch at an establishment that is more than one block away from the office is stimulating to me. Yesterday I tested the waters of the cafeteria inside the new office building, suffice to say I will save my return visit for an emergency meal; pity it’s in an incredibly convenient location.
My evening was about as uneventful as could possibly be. After a long day of work (cue sad music!) I fought traffic back to the ITP Estate to eat some of my leftovers for dinner. I had thrown out a suggestion to meet up with Hank at the newly-reopened Lucky’s Burger & Brew at Emory, but he had other commitments for the evening. Perhaps it was just as well as I was able to save a little money by eating at home, and my “Alcohol-Free Day Count” now stands at one. I will say that “fighting traffic” from Midtown is a breeze compared to the suffering I endured for eleven years commuting to and from Perimeter Mall.
With the ability to move about on foot, still slowly mind you, I did a few chores that have escaped me recently. I washed a sink-load of dirty dishes, and sorted more than a week’s worth of laundry in anticipation of being able to go to a new-to-me Waschsalon sometime soon. I also did a few other fun things like pay my natural gas bill, and schedule my quarterly auto insurance payment. It’s a good thing that I am gainfully employed again and that the Federal Government has seen fit to refund me some of my tax dollars from last year.
As I accomplished my chores I listened to a bunch of podcasts and finished my evening by “watching” the replay of La Flèche Wallonne on my iPad as I wrote this blog post.
I really doubt that I will be in the mindset to go over to Rutledge on Friday afternoon. Saturday is still in play. If possible I will be mounting the trainer tonight and giving the legs and hips some spins for the first time in eleven days.
Is this really only the third day that I’ve worked this week? It feels as if it’s been a much longer week than that. Hope yours is going well.