She settled into a new room at the center.  Not at all near where she was last time.  Her window looked out into the front door area.  Didn't seem as enthused to be there.  There was a row from the first night about her going outside for a smoke.

     Essentially we found the area that I refer to as the pit.  Found out the regulations, she'd not be able to use it for a day or 2.  That in itself was an issue.  Then life returned to an abnormal mess.

     B.I.L. went up M, W, F and me T and T during the week.  On the weekends he had the earlier visit and I had the night.  At this writing it's been about a month on the calendar to the date of her passing.  It's still an odd feeling of having so much time on my own and his hands as well.

     Work was going.  My knee making small improvements.  Yeah remember I injured it?   Anyway it's back there somewhere if you forgot.  And thanks to those that did remember and were curious. Yard work had come to a stop.  The only thing I thought odd was the look of my leg.  I defined it as looking like it was peeling from a sun tan.  I had no idea what it was.

     And the people at work.  Not in my department mind you, just around the building.  Everyone had an opinion.

"Oh that doesn't look well you should see someone."
"That hasn't healed by now?  That can't be good."
"You should see a Dr. right away."

     I'd be lying if I didn't say it was wearing on me and worrying me a great deal.  Especially with the peeling aspect of it.

     It was also a month before the great Exodus of departments being laid off.  I spent a lot of time visiting.  One of my favorites was a man named Mike in accounts payable.  He basically hooked me up with his wife's orthopedist.  And he took our company's lack luster insurance.

     Also in there I believe was a visit to my cardiologist.  Damned fugged time line.  It was he that clinched it for me to see one.

     So I made the appointment.  Was literally a direct run on a major road.  Right where it ended south and you could only go left or right.  It was so perfect.

     Since I'd injured my knee and the B.I.L. was still working the far away place, I'd had my own routines.  I started a new one.  The morning cigar.  A thing I've heard of before, but not something I'd ever done.  Well I had a light one every day since the accident.  And not lying, enjoyed it thoroughly.  By the way that ended when I was told I could go back to the gym.  Just saying.

    So one morning before work I did a test run.  I knew the exact location.  I was happy.  In fact I didn't even need to leave work early.  Which was an issue.  Maybe I'll touch on that tomorrow.