Went out for lunch Tuesday and ended up at one of my favorite sushi places & I decided to treat myself, ending up spending more on one lunch than twice what I budget each week for Tuesday nights at the park.  I should feel guilty about that, but I don't - yet.. My sushi chef thinks I should look into how and why my attacker was out on unsupervised probation. I don't think I should get rich off this, but he pointed out that any financial benefit could be earmarked for helping the homeless going forward. That slant intrigued me enough to call my personal injury lawyer who handled my case when a guy made a left turn in front of me and I totalled my blue Miata about 6 years ago. My lawyer's take was that the government is basically immune from liability but there might be something depending on the differences between supervised and unsupervised probation and he'd take a look at the statutes and get back to me. At this point, any sort of legal proceedings that might attract more scrutiny from official sources concerning our activities in the park is something I'd prefer to avoid.

Tuesday night at the park was earlier this evening. I shared my health situation with the group and they understood that my ability to contribute in the short term is going to be hampered by my recuperation. A number of the people who came for food made a point of asking how I was doing.

Went out afterwards to Joes in Burbank, even danced a few dances. Even though I didn't get home until recently, I don't feel all that tired. Maybe my body will make a liar out of me and I'll sleep until dinner time tomorrow, but given that I'm rather the extrovert this makes sense to me; part of the extended rest/fatigue has also meant limited exposure to the outside world. I've gone out every day for lunch this past week, but this has for the most part meant meeting with a friend or just getting take out and bringing it home. Also, asides from seeing friends, dancing and listening to live music, I spent the last two hours hanging out with the band and hanging out with other musicians felt a lot like a fish being returned to water.