I do so enjoy hearing good health news. As my in-person and online friends age, you get not-so-good news more than you'd like.
Plus I envy your weight loss. I'm doing a lot right, but just enough wrong to be static for a lot of years. We joke that if we went to the movies seven nights a week instead of watching TV, I'd get there, since we never buy anything at the concessions stand.
Mr. Maryn says I'm being a big baby about driving downtown at rush hour, so he'll drive. (Whew!) I'm now debating making a protest sign, which would be my first ever. Mostly I don't attend such events, just concur with their views.
Mr. Maryn has been doing a big of genealogy research and while I don't have a lot of interest in it, the research can pull you in. The other day I discovered a relative who gave birth to a forebear, lost her husband, and eventually married a man 38 years her junior. Neither was rich or owned land, both were already citizens, and they lived simply in a rented house until her death. Whatever story is behind that union is lost to history, damn it.
Maryn, who enjoys inventing reasons