We are slowly getting over the colds we picked up in Lima. Lima is a distant nightmare. Olga is still bothered by a dry cough and thinks it might be an allergy to pigeon feathers but Andy thinks it is the dryness of this place and perhaps an adjustment to the dust. Yes, there is lots of dust. We go over the patio floor every day or so just to pick up the dust. There are also many pigeons who roost on the tops of various buildings near us. As we are above everyone else we can follow their activities. Before we moved here there was a fair amount of pigeon shit around the place but it looks fairly clean now.
Olga was our first casualty, when she fell. She is almost recovered now. Just a small bruise on the side of her chin. Andy came home from work early on Friday. His back had given out and he has been laid up for the weekend. Normally this happens when he lifts something he shouldn't but his back performed perfectly during all the house cleaning we did in leaving New Paltz and here he has lifted nothing. We think it is the furniture we are sitting on here in our apartment. We will look for a good work desk. At the moment he's a pretzel.
It is now Monday morning and after three days of pain Andy is getting xrays and seeing a chiropractor.
After listening to Andy complain for 3 days Olga said this morning, "I wish you could have a baby".
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