We went out to Anthony’s, which has a panoramic view of Spokane Falls, right in the heart of town: a white water river with a short but turbulent falls, and a walkway across the water—we didn’t take it this evening, but the water hitting the rock to which the bridge is attached makes the bridge ‘sing’ and quiver underfoot in waves as it comes down. And when it’s like this, you get soaked in mist, which boils up constantly.

Dinner was good, company was excellent: I got ambushed by the clam chowder, which apparently uses onions, but being at home and in reach of serious meds, I got rid of the effects after a few hours. [My feet swelled so I felt like my skin would burst, and then that abated. I’ll have aches and pains today and for a few days after, but I’ll live. It’s such an annoying allergy—the allergy docs won’t even call it an allergy: it’s a ‘food sensitivity.’ —Well, I’d rather have a stuffy nose than my feet hurting when I walk!

But it turns out they’ve done a lot of genealogy and I was able to use my computer to find a little bit on a missing ancestor, which was fun for me and gratifying for them. I love doing that sort of thing.