I'm plagued by mediocrity. My mediocrity, not someone else's. it's my first paragraph. It has to be really good because that, the title, and the blurb on the back is what sells a book. In addition, next Saturday, we're doing an "Italian Extravaganza" an Italian dinner plus a lot more, and I'll get a table to peddle my books. I want to have this one ready to go (might be wishful thinking) because it's the best one I've written.

In other news:
I have to call Apria and ask if they forgot me, or if I accidently hung up on them because I assumed they were a bogus call. They're supposed to contact me about a CPAP.

Physical therapy is going okay, but apparently, it's going to be going and going and going for over a year.

I've been watching too many medical movies. I started wondering if my hip is leaching cobalt. I'm tired, have mood swings, am dumber than I used to be and have no energy. There are many other explanations for this. but . . . Also my hips are titanium, which might have cobalt in it, but shouldn't have a lot of it. Also, per the internet, leaching cobalt is rare, but can happen.

I'm still throwing money at my house. (I thought I was done with expensive repairs.) The floor under my bathroom has rotten wood. I'm looking for someone who replaces rotten wood, but so far I haven't found anyone. Meanwhile they are withdrawing insurance on our lake property house. The house isn't worth anything, so it's probably no big deal, but . . .
Seriously, it isn''t worth anything.

That's most of the story of my life.
Good luck to all of us. May good things and easy fixes surround us. Also good friends and loved ones.