My trip to see my dad went fine. He's doing okay, though it's harder and harder for him to get around, and a cane is barely enough support. He wouldn't take his walker out while I was there, but apparently uses it around the building when he gets his meals or the mail. We went out for dinners, to a play one afternoon, slowly getting him in and out of the car, and from the car into seats. Mostly we stayed in while I did some client work, and watched ballgames on tv at night.
I vowed to myself to keep my back healthy while I can. Of course here I am sitting on a folding chair at my un-ergonomic desk. I ordered a new desk chair yesterday as my old one recently broke, and I also need to get a better desk/workstation. I never had the time after leaving my job and before starting in with contract work to get properly set up. I do my physical therapy exercises religiously, but I should really do more.
Anyway, it was beautiful weather-wise during my visit and I managed to get outdoors a few times to walk (I posted a handful of photos from a walk by the river one day).
But I was so happy to get home to sleep in my own bed (or any bed after sleeping on a rock-hard futon couch under the constant onslaught of a ventilation fan for several days). D picked me up at the airport around noon on Sunday and brought me back to the city. We had a lovely brunch al fresco on Newbury Street and then walked over to the Esplanade for the first time this year. It was a gorgeous day, a day for the painters, the strollers, sunbathers, kayakers, dog-walkers, cyclists and layabouts all out enjoying the fine weather.
The wet gray weather that makes all that green possible has returned for the week, so I'll hole up at home and get back to work. Next weekend is a holiday weekend and I should buckle down if I want to have the whole weekend free to enjoy. Better get to it...