Things are looking pretty good, with the exception of just a couple concerns. Phoebe continues to run with a bad gang, but thinking back, no different than me at that age. Francie has been complaining of back pain from a years-old trampoline injury aggravated now by serving the volleyball. We’ll see what the doctor has to say Friday. I’m starting to get accustomed to living with chronic pain and associated sleep loss from arthritis. Michelle is probably the only one with nothing significant to worry about.
I suppose we’ll say cautious optimism is called for. Yay. I think.