January 4, 2022

 This is the evening--January 4--before we make our long trip to Australia, with the flight from Houston to Sydney an unbelievable 17 hours and 40 minutes. And there is the usual anxiety about the journey.

The biggest worry in the run-up to the trip has been the fear of getting Covid and having to cancel, with all that might have meant about fare refunds and what we have already paid for the accommodation in Sydney. But...we are both seemingly free of any symptoms, so that concern has passed away.

A miracle occurred last Friday. I went to the drug store to get two prescriptions I needed so as to have sufficient drugs to carry me through to our return from Australia. I picked them up, and then bought something in the grocery store and put it in a plastic bag. Shortly after getting to our apartment, I asked myself--where are the two small brown bags with the prescriptions? Couldn't find them, panicked, retraced my steps, and--miracles happen--I arrived in the garage of our building at the precise moment when I could see the two bags in the middle of a parking space and a car, with reversing lights on, starting to back into that space. So I rushed and grabbed them up---a minute, 30 seconds, perhaps, later, they would have been under the car, and I would never have been them.

That was also the day when the urologist informed me that the scan showed no signs of malignity.

Good day...