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Today we had a little drive in the country. Fortunately we hadn't taken the projected vacation up north this week, as it just seemed like too much bloody bother when I could be lying around the house at last instead. So when friend B called yesterday I was done with errands and had a day to while away in this manner. Picked up her pain pills from the pharmacy, and drove forty miles or so out to Whitewater to take them to B who doesn't get out much. The bad news is that she needed new more powerful meds, the good news I guess is that she seems to be settling into taking care of herself with more of the old sparkles of humor, and is even getting out for walks. I can't say I'd be any more cheerful than she is if it was me who had wear compression bandages from toe to waist around the clock. We showed off our various scars and complained about our diets (hers is mostly liquid now) just like old people, and had a lovely visit.

It was a perfectly gorgeous drive too. I have memorized a complicated route back that B showed me along various county trunk roads (why are they called "trunk"?) following the Rock River and various ridge tops north of Koshkonong, skipping under along the diagonal of the interstate highway and then skimming west again across the countryside, and on a sunny afternoon at high summer all of dairyland seems shoulder deep in green. Then we dined on fresh sweet corn and green beans that we had bought from an organic farm cart (leaving the money in a cardboard box).