Today is Saturday August 8, the 221st day of 2020

PIAA can’t make up their minds whether to have fall sports or not; especially in light of Governor Wolf’s suggestion that there be no high school sports in Pennsylvania until at least January 1. PIAA decided to wait two weeks to decide.

I had another appointment at the wound clinic. Today, I saw Dr. Houston. He said the wound is looking very good and he can tell that my cellulitis is getting better because the skin is starting to peel. However, he expects it to be a long time (probably weeks) before the swelling and pain is gone. He said it is just too hard for the antibiotic to get in under the skin to the infection. 

When I was finished there, I took Twila to meet Rick at Grove City. 

I got back in time for our Joint Session Meeting. We spent considerable time discussing how to hold an annual meeting during this pandemic.

The fawns were back today, looking in my window, wondering what I was drinking from that coffee cup. 

After they went shopping, Missy and Hannah stopped by for a while. 

Tropical Storm Isaias came and went. I never saw a storm fly up from the south as fast as this one moved. Twila and her family are going to Sandbridge this weekend. I saw where the only road into Sandbridge was closed for hours due to flooding. I would think it will be fine by the time they get there on Saturday.

After almost a month, I resumed walking in the early morning. It felt good to walk and lift some weights.

This was Jason’s second Sunday that he is on vacation so I had the sermon again this morning (and communion). 

The Pirates are worse than I thought they were going to be. I will move on to watching other teams and give up on them for now, assuming the season will even continue.