I continue without medical news. Dog walking (she stopped limping and then started up again after the walk), weaving (was able to get by without more heddles, just barely), going to Kittery with Terry to visit the Beach Pea and his studio complete with a new kiln (our usual Saturday morning activity) and a walk with Terry and Ellie in the evening. Also, the usual sudoku and NYT crossword (couldn't do it without googling).
I feel great. My taste is still goofed up; I really liked the idea of a chocolate croissant from the Beach Pea and was thinking my taste buds were returning to normal while I crunched through the tiny chocolate drizzle, but when I got to the chocolate in the inside, it just didn't taste right. It's so funny because my brain says, "Yes!" over and over although more dimly than it used to and then, the reality disappoints. Last night, I saw a really delicious looking desert go by and overheard the people eating it gushing over how good it was. I said to myself, "I think I'll get one of those" and then realized a second after that it would in all likelihood taste like saccharin. I was also able yesterday to jog a little bit (I do mean "little," my distance was measured in steps, 120-140, three times, but still). All of my punctures are healed with quite colorful scars, but they're all completely closed. I think I am firmly into normalcy at this point and I get to have fourteen days of it!
Continued normalcy for me, and if you like your normalcy, lots of it for you, too. If you are ready for something abnormal, I hope you get the best kind of it.