hands

During the night last night, the fingers on both my hands were hurting, and I couldn't make a fist with either. Getting up and running warm water over them helped, enough that I could and did go back to sleep. It's still not great, but I can sort of close both hands, and the pain has receded enough that I forgot to mention it to cattitude until adrian_turtle asked how I was doing.

"Receded" here means stiffness, mostly, which I have sadly gotten used to. Wondering if I should be taking NSAIDs for it more often.

walk

It is a fine sunny afternoon, around 65F/18C, and I just had a nice walk with cattitude, including sitting on a bench in the sunlight for a few minutes.

He had to mail something at the UPS Store, and I decided to see how my hips and knees were doing. We were walking along a bus route, and I was prepared to stop at any of the bus stops and pay $1.70 for the short trip home.

I was feeling fine, and didn't turn back. When we got to Cushing Square, I pointed out that right now, me going into a shop is lower risk than him going into the same shop. (There was nobody in there except the clerk at the counter, who was also masked, and I was only in there for a minute.

Also, we saw crocuses, in more than one yard (all of them small and pale purple).