Friday I had a PCP (primary healthcare physician) appointment on Friday; an annual checkup, though they don’t use that word anymore. Insurance difficulties. Just a 10-minute chat. D Frey had already seen all my blood work. No problems.
On Saturday we did a quick drive from Oakland down to LA, on the I5, to visit Y’s younger son Michael and his wife’s new daughter, Leila, for her 100-day party. A Chinese tradition.
And Sunday morning we drove home, up the I5.
Sunday afternoon we visited the Silverbergs, for a visit and take-out dinner. He had fallen and hurt his hip, and was house-bound. I had never been to their house before. This was a … thrill.
On Saturday, while we were in LA, my contributor copy of the Gary Westfahl anthology I contributed an essay to, arrived. I posted about this on Facebook, since my own essay is fully visible via Amazon’s “Read Sample” feature.
