14 February 2022
This is the first Valentine's Day Joyce and I won't be together since time began. Covid protocols prevent visitors to the hospital.
But she did have a visit. Jennifer the Physician's Assistant came in to do a debridement. She said the wound looked a lot better since the last time she saw it, which was last Thursday when Dr. Tong took a peek at the clinic.
Of course, since then Dr. Tong cleaned it out. So it should look a good deal better.
And I'm sure it looks better than our water heater. It's been leaking from the top for weeks now. Not much but today I actually saw it leaking.
Yesterday, wrestling with the dryer again (which still rattles after an hour of running quietly), I noticed a small drip on the basement floor from the water heater, so I've been keeping an eye on it. That's how I noticed the leak today.
I called a water heater specialist instead of a plumber and they'll replace the thing for one arm and a leg late today or tomorrow. A friend offered to do the work himself but it's turned out to be more urgent than that.
So I let Joyce know her half would be a leg. Ha ha.
Actually, I texted her a little Valentine. And she called and we did get to chat a bit. Which, under the circumstances, is all you can ask on such a funny Valentine's Day.