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strongly non-linear improvement
Thursday, June 12 2025
Today wasn't as good as yesterday, though I was getting some recognition from people who matter for the work I'd done yesterday, so that felt good.
Back at the house, Gretchen had thawed out a bag of injera, which we ate with various faux wats including two pre-packaged Indian curries, hummus, a slaw, and a salad. I put far too much of these wat-like foods on my injera and it made for a surprisingly unpleasant combination. And using a thick Italian vegetable soup as a wat was definitely a mistake. I also cracked open a sixteen ounce can of a Frog Alley porter. We ended up watching an episode of Shark Tank after Jeopardy!, though Charlotte kept freaking out about Crazy Dave's big brown dog Brigitte, her arch-nemesis, so we kept having to shout for her to stop barking. I'd managed to take her on a fairly good walk near the abandoned go-cart track while Gretchen was off at pilates, but she still had a lot of energy.
By bedtime my left hip was aching in a dull but persistent way, which was rather different from the acute moments of agony which has been its signature characteristic. Perhaps it was starting to knit things back together in earnest. The ramp of healing has been continual and seemingly linear, but if I stop having those moments of agony (muted though they've become) that would be a strongly non-linear improvement.
In bird news today, I found a dead yellow-billed on the roof of Gretchen's screened-in porch (which is close to our east deck). It had either broken its neck flying into one of our windows or it had spontaneous died and fallen from the trees. All the caterpillars (at least three different speceies) this year has been great for cuckoos, so there are probably more of them than usual. It's rare to see one, since they're usually up in the treetops. I took the corpse and placed it in some garden soil in a plastic tray in hopes bacteria and such will eat the flesh off the bones and I'll end up with a cuckoo skull.
Meanwhile, the other day some bird started trying to build a nest inside our mailbox. I'd found sticks and moss piled atop that day's mail. But the builder of that nest will surely abandon it, as it gets disturbed far too much to be a reasonable place to lay eggs or raise a brood of baby birds.
Today's dead yellow-billed cuckoo. Click to enlarge.
Note the characteristic cuckoo feet, with two twos forward and two toes backwards. Click to enlarge.
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