My friend Mary came over, and we watched a silly, very entertaining movie, Undercover Brother. It certainly helped keep our minds off the doom and gloom of the moment.
This a.m. I'm feeling better than I have for weeks. I'm eating and sleeping better, and the coughing is under control. So I will enjoy the day.
A nice feature of Kaiser is that I can order meds online and have them mailed to me. Saves a lot of time and energy.
I've pretty much dropped doing much in the way of worthwhile things for the time being. Terry is picking up most of the slack. It isn't that I have ever been what you would call dynamic, but there is some sense of occupying my place in the world, maybe, that I am not quite up to now. Something about the spirit of home. Hard to explain. Friends and family are priceless right now.
I'm reading two novels concurrently that are providing an interesting contrast to each other. One is Joyce Carol Oates's sensational political/polemical A Book of American Martyrs. Like all of her work, it is also concerned with the mysteries of the heart. What is in the heart of a man who murders an abortion provider? I don't think we can ever know the answer to that question. Part of me says, "Why try?"
The other book I'm reading, that is closer to my sensibilities, is Margaret Drabble's A Dark Flood Rises, which deals with a cohort of women a little bit older than the post-war generation, who lead complex lives. Their various experiences with the onset of old age and mortality parallel the environmental deterioration from climate change that they observe.
Reviews later, maybe.
I don't follow the news very much except on my Twitter feed. It's enough information and always up to the minute, with links to important articles and video clips.
Feeling optimistic about the survival of U. S. democracy.
Update: A review of A Dark Flood Rises, which somehow does not capture the essence of the book but seems to diminish Drabble's unique perspectives. I just finished the novel and need a little more time to mull it over.