Fall New (Fallowturn) Moon
Down to the land of Lexus for my post-op. 7500 France. Dawn Johnson, my surgeon, came in with a black suit and high heels. (stupid shoes as someone close to me calls them)
She checked me over, said, “Well, now you’re feeling better, but it’s still no lifting over 30 pounds for another two weeks.” I thought she might shift a bit on that given my healing, but no. Still there.
Driving down there confirmed our recent decision to change dentists. Now the drive to the dentist takes less than 5 minutes. This took 45. When I lived in Indiana, Indianapolis was a long drive, too far to do except for a specific purpose like the state fair or a doctor’s appointment. It was 50 minutes from home.
On the way experienced, again, the halo effect. A state trooper I encountered on 252 turned onto 100 with me and went as far as 62. (a long ways for those you not familiar with our highway system. So, for that length of the trip there were many cars clotted around him, all scrupulously observing the speed limit. Then he turned off.
Yiippee! Speeds went back up.
