After yesterday's unbearable inflammation, I was pleased to discover that I had a little flexibility back today. I am not yet strong or pain-free, but I didn't need any additional medication, beyond my usual daily anti-inflammatory and hydroxychloroquine (yes, that stuff, for lupus). I was even brave enough to try the hot tub, which I avoided yesterday, for fear of lighting up the parts that already felt like they were on fire.
My house is over 60 years old. Part of the reasons I fell in love with it were the remnants of the 1959 house that remained after all that time, like the sea foam green sink and bathtub, and all the original cabinetry in the bathroom and kitchen. The back patio, for all its faults (like the cracked concrete that is sinking) has a kind of fun fiberglass overhang. It's deteriorating faster than most of the house, and covered in lichen. If we could find new corrugated fiberglass in the proper size, we would replace it. We gave up years ago on that, and will eventually just turn the whole thing into a room that can enclose the hot tub in the winter time, so it's less of a test of strength to walk to and from the house in January.
We were sitting in the hot tub this morning, and the door was open so the cats could visit with us. Athena was on the folded-up lid of the tub, when we heard a noise. A bird was on the roof, pecking at it to remove bits of fiberglass to take to its nest. This happens every spring. Thus far, they haven't poked a hole all the way through, letting rain leak through, but that's just a matter of time. It is a race for which will happen first--birds peck a hole in the roof, or we finally have the disposable income to remodel and add a sun room.
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