An exciting weekend. It was shaping up. Amy Edridge, my nurse practitioner, called to say the blood tests came back, and it wasn’t Lyme Disease or anything that showed up. I can only guess it was a different insect bit, but we will probably never know.

But it’s a puzzle. If it wasn’t Covid or Lyme Disease, then what was or is it?

I can stop taking antibiotics and start taking Tylenol for the pain in my side and ribs where I fell. My fall has sparked a fair amount of old talk (“at our age stuff”) and two or three suggestions that I build a downstairs bedroom.

I don’t do old talk, and I don’t want a downstairs bedroom. If I did, I would get one. I didn’t fall because of my age, which I know can happen.

I fell because I didn’t think to put the light on and was running down old and narrow stairs in the dark to get to the bathroom. If I were 25, I would have fallen just as foolishly and fast, and sometimes did, much more often than now.

Ask any orthopedist how many young bones get broken as opposed to old ones. Life happens to everyone.

Old talk kills a lot more than many diseases, I believe. We are what we think.

Maria and I and Zinnia are heading to Bishop Maginn High School for the prom this afternoon. I probably will not be able to post or write tonight; if possible, I will.

I’m thrilled to be going. My recovery is going well; there is still a lot of discomfort from my side, which is where I fell. I’m glad I decided to go to the prom and mark the school’s closing.

The kids, I am told, are wildly excited. Zinnia will lead the parade of alumni on the red carpet. Sue Silverstein will walk her down the ramp.

Tomorrow is our 12th wedding anniversary, and our options for celebration are limited. Maybe we’ll drive in the country or find a place to take lunch and eat it by a river.

I am grateful for our marriage, as is, I think, quite obvious. I’m not sure it can be celebrated, just appreciated, which I do every day of my life.

Maria was an affirmation of life for me, teaching me that I can find love and that it is as good and beautiful a thing as I imagined.

Thanks for all our kind and gracious notes. Later.