…until May, saying all the bloodwork looked good; and my GI doc set me up for a year from January.

So we’re doing great. I’m still having finger and foot pain from the chemo, but the doc handed me something that might help. We’ll see. It may go away over time. At least I can still type without a great deal of discomfort.

I get my next Covid shot the evening before I drive Jane to the surgery center for her next hip replacement; and if the soreness on shot 1 is an indicator of how bad shot 2 could feel in the morning, well, I just grit my teeth and drive, eh? She is so looking forward to being out of pain (and having both legs the same length.)

Today Finity managed a good one—crawled into my down jacket, then into an arm, then stuck her head out the wrist hole, and couldn’t go backward or forward. We had a struggle getting her out of it. Poor kitten! She’s an adolescent now. And into everything. She darts doors. I had to chase her yesterday around the front yard, but at least the traffic noise from very busy Ash Street stopped her and she WILL let me pick her up quite easily when she’s reached something she sees as dangerous. The little rat.

I sure hope this new med works to reduce the discomfort of fingers and toes. That would be nice.

The weather warmed all the way to 40 today, and I made a drugstore run in a sweatshirt—while Finity swiped my jacket. Nice.

Otherwise we’re doing great. Looking forward to milder weather. I love winter, but the cold is hard on the fingers this year.

We’re looking forward too, to making some driving trips, just to get out and see scenery. We go nowhere and then turn around and go home, but the trips are nice. We sort of think of 2020 and 2021 as what it’s REALLY like to be stuck in a slow ship to Mars…