Fox trot tonight. I danced most of the night with Karsten, who mainly wanted to talk. We didn't do the trickier moves often, unfortunately. But anyway, I did learn something. Karsten thinks I learn very quickly although of course I forget between classes. He says if you come away from a class retaining 10% that's doing well.

My right leg is simply not doing well at all. The first orthopedist's secretary called to say he can't take me on. So now I am down to two. What is up with this?

Actually, I did learn part of what is up. Deborah told me SLO county is classified "rural" by insurance standards and by California law rural doctors get reimbursed considerably less than urban. A strange law. She has been trying to find out who is responsible, what needs to change, and gets the run-around. The upshot is that there is no incentive to work in this profession in this expensive county. The docs are moving out in droves. The podiatrist I saw last month is moving to Arkansas, where he can live more cheaply and get paid more. Hard to pass up, I guess.