I'll ride the bike around Compton airport.

The picture is from the Meyer's fly-inn last week. I like this one because it appears that the plane is taxiing through the trees at Historic Flabob Airport. This is one of the few airports left at which one can walk right up to see any of the planes. No thanks to Homeland Security restrictions.
The cats continue to rest in odd places. All of a sudden, they spend time on the kitchen counters, which they've never done before this week. If I chase Buddha off, he just gets right back up. He doesn't understand "stay off". That's living with cats.
As soon as I finish here I'll put the bike rack on the car and load the bike. This morning is the monthly meeting of EAA Chapter 96 in Compton. I haven't been there since the incident so it should be interesting. I'll ride the bike around the airport to see what has changed. If the weather is nice I'll take the bike to the beach and ride the bike path for a while.
The progression of the Parkinson's is interesting. Although the shaking of my right arm has increased dramatically since onset, my other extremities seem to be unaffected. That makes certain activities, such as holding a book up to read difficult to hold still enough to read. My balance on the bike is precarious if I ride slowly but seems to be easier to handle as I ride a little faster. I've included the reconstruction of my sustantia nigra to my morning meditation the remote hopes to stop or reverse the effects of the Parkinson's.
Having Parkinson's is an indication that we're all on this flight together.

Dick