The only way I can describe what went on the last few day is they were filled with miscellaneous stuff.

On Monday, I had a regular cardiology appointment. Everything must be okay, because the P.A., who was a touchy-feely person, said some back in six months.

On Tuesday, Lynda had a regular cardiology appointment, rescheduled at the cardiologist’s request. We figure everything was ok, since he said to some back in a year. On the way home, we stopped in a convenience store and got some pumpkin spice coffee for Lynda and house blend for me.

Also on Tuesday, I wrote a letter to my youngest grandson, finished typing edits to my latest Bible study volume, and submitted a proposal to our pastor for a new lesson series for our Community Group.

On Wednesday, I had an appointment with my new orthopedic surgeon, replacing the one who I had already seen but who left that practice.  He said my knee was pretty bad and that I was a candidate for knee replacement without having to go through further P.T. But I have to get clearances from five doctors first (cardiologist rheumatologist, neurologist, PCP, and dentist). I’m working on those. On the way home, as a reward, I splurged and got a large Dunkin’ house blend.

Also on Wednesday, at 10:15 p.m., Lynda said her heart wasn’t feeling right and she needed to go to the ER. We did so, getting home after 4 a.m. after whatever was wrong corrected itself without the need of medicine. I slept well, waking at 7 a.m. to go about my day in a somewhat zombie-ish fashion.

Which brings us to Friday. We have the pest control people coming at 11 a.m. At 2 p.m. we have a follow up to the ER visit with our PCP team.

All week I’ve been reading in J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Silmarillion. It’s a real slog. Thirty percent through and I’m getting nothing from it. I figure I should read this early mythology before I tackle The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, but if I’m not getting anything from it…. I suppose I’ll plow ahead for a while longer. Surely it will get better.

This week I’ve also done a little research on St. Lucia, St. Vincent, and Union Island in the Grenadines. The reason for this, apart from genealogy, will be revealed in good time.

Meanwhile, I continue my work of transcribing my father-in-law’s World War 2 letters. I now have 121 finished. The to-be-transcribed stack is still very large, still maybe 140 or so. Of course, that’s what I said twenty or thirty letters ago.

So it’s been a week of misc. stuff—filled with things to do, but without a nice rhythm. Perhaps next week will be quieter and better organized.