I come charging out of the barn on Tuesday morning. I drive to Liberty park and get in a ninety minute run/walk. This is currently my longest run/walks. When I get home I mow the front and back yards and then do some trimming with the weed wacker until the trimming is done (and the battery is out of steam). After a shower I drive to Target, Trader Joes, the post office, and the grocery store for supplies. At home I unload the car and read the news and markets for a while. Right now, with no significant projects on the horizon, I'm on hold until the surgery next week. So I kinda poke around some ideas that I have and later in the day watch the two ice hockey playoff games. (There's a serious difference between playoff ice hockey and regular season ice hockey. Playoff ice hockey is worth watching on television whereas regular season ice hockey is hardly worth watching either live or on television.)
I start out the door at 6:10am for a mountain bicycle ride to the old yacht club and back to home. At home I trim the roses and do some maintenance on the garage door. After a shower I catch the neighborhood gardener (from El Salvador) and I ask him to cut the lawn for a couple of weeks as I recover from the surgery. ANd I put together a bit more information for the nuclear option in case something goes horribly wrong with my surgery. As I put together the few papers for the nuclear option, I want to make sure my estate executor and nearby friends can get at all of my accounts. But I don't want somebody to find the papers if they broke into the house while I was in the hospital for seven to ten days. So I'll show Ruby two key hiding spots when she comes over to drive me to the hospital. Near noon I get a Zoom call request from two of the ignored team members from my CSULA team. (Recall that the two original advisors for this team pretty much disappeared after Christmas and the CSULA head of senior design asked me to step in to fix things though there specific project was outside of my area of expertise.) I just do the best that I can with the dysfunctional team dynamics and offer some rational suggestions of how they can show that they contributed even if therir contributions were ruled out of the Final Report.) Later in the day I watch two more ice hockey playoff games.
Thursday is a slow day. I get in a good workout with the weights as I'm gaining strength and very rarely having any pain. I take my time and clean the hardwood floors and the kitchen floor. And then just watch ice hockey playoff games.
On Friday I'm out the door at 6:12am for a road bicycle ride. I get in a good 65 or 70 kilometers. At home I trim the roses and get a quick shower. Errands are run that include a stop at the ATM (where two ladies are blocking an ATM as they chat and don't appear to be using the ATM and get mad at me when I ask them if they're using the ATM), a stop at CVS for a special pre-surgery antiseptic bodywash, a trip to the grocery store for my supplies and for a homeless food drive on Saturday, and I get to the library to return three books and get three more to take with me to the hospital. I finally get to see the CSULA team's FInal Report, which is due tonight at midnight, and its a disaster. I try to make suggestions and then finally send an email with my comments and a "My comments are probably getting in your way, so just fix what you can." FP2 for both MotoGP and Moto2 take up my enthusiasm and time and then I watch the two ice hockey playoff games. Knowing that the playiffs are winding down.
In Saturday with just the mountain bicycle ride to the old yacht club as a recovery ride after yesterday's longer ride. At home I grab a shower and read the news. I manage to catch the postal lady who is responsible for picking up our homeless food donations and, since I got ccarried away and bought a bit too much, I carry them to her mail truck so that she doesn't have to. My neighbors see me doing this and they join carrying their donations to the mail truck. And I use this time to explain to the two ladies across the street that I'll be having surgery on 17 May. They offer their support, as they did during my bicycle accident recovery, and I thank them and hope that I don't have to rely on them too much. I watc Moto3/2/GP qualifying from France and later watch the IndyCar road race from Indianapolis. And then finish the day with an ice hockey playoff game. A little bit before reading and bedtime I go outside and try to watch the International Space Station go overhead for seven minutes but the sky is too cloudy and I don't see a thing.
Sunday is a bit of a blah day. I turn of the alarm and sleep until 7 am - something I do about once a month. At mid-morning I get in a good session with the weights and, if surgery was not coming up, I would have increased the weights a bit. After lifting weights I trim the roses and get cleaned up. I have a few errands to run before Wednesday's surgery, but everything is in place for me to be away from home for a week or two. Thus I watch a fun Moto3 race France, some golf, and the ice hockey playoff game.
I start Monday with a good road bicycle ride of 65 or 70 kilometers. After getting started I crank away quite nicely. At home I wipe down the road bicycle because I had to ride through some puddles and because this bicycle will not be ridden for a month (with me being overly optimistic with that estimate). After a shower with a special pre-surgery antiseptic body wash, I go get the car cleaned (because it will be sitting in the garage for a while) and I buy a ton of soup since I'll be needing soft foods after the surgery. There's the Moto2 race from France which gets red flagged due to a nasty crash and then I just make sure my laptop has the latest software and data to use while I'm in the hospital. And there's a game 7 ice hockey playoff game to keep an eye on.
Tuesday sees me out the door at 6:15am for a recovery mountain bicycle ride to the old yacht club and back to home. I then edge and mow the lawn, trim the roses, and spot-kill some weeds growing up throuugh cracks in the cement. I take another shower with the special pre-surgery antiseptic body wash (which I don't really like because it doesn't real soap-up or foam-up much). After reading the news and markets I get the final surgery confirmation call from Cedars-Sinai and I guess we're on for Wednesday. I watch a fun and surprising French MotoGP race with some great action, a couple of comebacks, and some good hard racing (some of which end in crashes). And then I do two loads of laundry to clean everything before tomorrow's surgery. And finally up what I need for the hospital stay.