Life in the (Very) Slow Lane

J. flew off to Seattle today, so I am alone in the apt. until DD gets home tomorrow. He was a very fine caregiver. We will next see him in May, when he may move to New York. I would like that. All continues to go well, last dose of antibiotic is tomorrow and then I go see the cardiologist on Wednesday. Continue to wake up 2-3 times a night for an hour or so at a time. Still too much edema, despite the lasix medication. When I go out, I walk very, very slowly; I now belong to a group that I scarcely noticed before, but when I saw them, at least I made an effort to get out of their difficult way. Now living in that group, it's kind of amazing how many people moving at roughly 2-3 times the pace I am able to keep expect me to get out of their way and to do it quickly. That is, if they are even looking around themselves. For New Yorkers weave on the sidewalk, or pick their path and hold straight to it, or carry on an active conversation with their companions or can't be bothered to look where they are going because they are too busy texting. So, in the (very) slow lane, it is mighty hard to stay out of harm's way.