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I think we are safely within the confines of autumn here in Seattle. I rode my bike to work this morning in 44° weather—totally dry, only mostly cloudy, but cold enough for me to have to wear my fingerless gloves and zip my jacked up to the top of my neck. We're definitely getting close to when I will need to retire my bike for the fall and winter.

It's entirely possible that today will indeed be my last bike commute of the year. Maybe not, but possibly. Looking at the current weather forecast, I'm seeing pretty good chances of rain every other day this week except for Wednesday—so, maybe I'll bike to work that day, when the forecast low is a bit higher, at 50°, a much more manageable temperature. I tell people all the time that I have no interest in riding either in the rain or in the cold.

And we leave for Albuquerque on Friday. Back on Tuesday. The forecast right now for Wednesday next week is a quite-comfortable 68° with a low of 50°, and sunny—but, we all know how reliable Seattle forecasts are ten days out. We may be back on Tuesday but I long planned a PTO buffer day on Wednesday, so I won't be riding to work that day anyway. So, we'll see what Thursday and Friday next week bring.

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I saw two movies over the weekend: right after work on Friday I went to see Primetime, which was well-made and very well-acted but kind of fell short of justifying its own existence in my opinion; and yesterday I went to see the documentary with the ridiculously long, 30-word title, You Had to Be There: How the Toronto Godspell Ignited the Comedy Revolution, Spread Love & Overalls, and Created a Community That Changed the World (in a Canadian Kind of Way). And that one was wonderful; I left the theater feeling unusually uplifted.

Shobhit and I did take a walk together before I went to the movie yesterday. My movie was at 12:55 and he needed to be at his rehearsal in Belltown at 1:00, and we left home around maybe 11:40 or so. We walked to the Capitol Hill Farmers Market at Cal Anderson park; from there downto Summit Ave; back over to Pine St and then all the way downtown to Pike Place Market. It was there that we parted ways, when I still had about half an hour to kill before my movie. I just walked there and read my library e-book on my phone for a bit.

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It was Saturday when I went down to Federal Way to visit Laney in her brand new apartment for the first time. She's been in it for about two weeks, but she wanted to be settled in before I visited. When we first made the plan, it was also tentative because she's still recovering from her back injury so I really didn't know for sure if she'd even be up for visitors. It turned out she absolutely was, and we probably hung out for close to four hours—as was often fairly standard for previous Happy Hours.

Laney had texted me last week to ask if I was going to bring a cocktail, and I hadn't even thought about it. So, I did: I brought a large tumbler filled with raspberry lemonade and tequila (two shots); a small clear cup; a straw; and margarita salt that I am still trying to burn through. (I can't even remember how, when, or why we got that margarita salt. We've had it for years. I used it once when Laney and I met for BYOB Happy Hour at a park during covid, and we'd had it for years then.) Shobhit had made scrambled eggs for breakfast, after I had already had cereal, and I brought a plastic container full of that as well, just so I wouldn't end up drinking on an empty stomach. I nuked it in the tiny microwave that came with Laney's apartment, and she also offered me some blue corn tortilla chips to have with it.

Laney had a bit of food as well, I forget what (except I think she also had some tortilla chips), and some watered-down wine, which I about all the alcohol she's drinking anymore. She had already had a pretty strict diet for a while, but it's even more strict now, nothing but anti-inflammatory foods, ever since her apparently long-existant sciatica was exacerbated by a camping trip in July. This is why she and I haven't seen a movie together since we saw Disclosure Day on June 16; and why this was our first time hanging out in-person since our Happy Hour with Jessica and Mike on July 12. So, aside from a bit of time catching up over Facebook Messenger Video on August 30, this was Laney's and my first hangout in well over two months. For us, that's kind of an eternity.

She's doing regular physical therapy and has drastically improved over that time, though, so we have a new vision for eventually getting together probably at least twice a month, once she's recovered enough to start venturing out for longer stretches. This is not likely to happen until well after the new year. I am only just now realizing this means she probably won't be able to come to the Gingerbread Village with me during the holiday season as she usually does. Oh well; her recovery is also a lot more important. Also who knows? The week of Christmas is still three months away. She's kind of taking it day by day, I think.

She apparently can't sit in an upright position for very long, so she has a kind of transformable recliner chair she can sit in, and with the use of a pillow and foot rest, she can recline at differing angles. She was still pretty mobile, though, and she takes regular walks even though she has to bring a walker, mostly because the sciatica also has the effect of making her feet feel numb. On my way back to the Light Rail Station, which is only about a third of a mile from her apartment (the only thing that made her open to moving to Federal Way), I went with her on her daily walk, over to a near by park, which we walked the foot path around. It's called Town Square Park and is just under 4 acres. Laney told me while we walked around it that her physical therapist is so happy that she actually does the exercises he recommends—apparently most people say they will and then don't—that he said he wanted to put a poster of her up in his office.

I totally get it, though. Once I saw a physical therapist after the nerve pain in my right arm was identified as a spine issue, I was given several stretches to do, which I still do religiously every other evening—a solid two years now since that one physical therapy appointment I went to. And guess what? I've never had the nerve pain again! The reason why would be because I keep up with the recommended stretches. Okay, I have felt it a couple of times, but it was always very mild and far more short-lived—I am certain it would have been far worse if not for the stretches. And I'm deeply grateful for this; there were repeated stretches where it was increasingly excruciating just to hold my arm up in a particular position to put on my eye makeup, and that part has never happened again at all. In any event, my point is, Laney and I are on the same page when it comes to sticking with recommended physical therapy exercises. They make all the difference in the world.

And that about covers the weekend, I think, aside from lots of TV Shobhit and I watched over the weekend, particularly on Apple TV+: Widow's Bay and season four of Ted Lasso (which is even cornier than I remember previous seasons being but still very entertaining and funny); and then the requisite Sunday evening episodes of Lanterns, Youth, and Last Week Tonight with John Oliver.

As I already noted, next weekend will be our trip to the International Balloon Fiesta in Albuquerque. I looked it up and last year the Mass Ascensions on both Opening Day and Closing Day were canceled due to high winds. I'm worried about that happening during our stay that is only four nights, but I did check the wind forecast and, for now at least, the forecast for Saturday is well under the 8 mph winds that might delay or cancel a Mass Ascension.

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[posted 12:33pm]