Sunday, December 18, 2022

I am asked if I am better.  I sense desperation in the question.  They will not feel good unless they know that I am better. I no longer answer that question. I am living each day better or not better. The pressure to reassure everyone that I am better is daunting. The question that works for me is, How is your day going today.

My sister and I enjoy a three hour log fire in the evening.  So easy to start and doesn’t last forever. We eat dinner, read, take naps, and watch tv in the living room. My competent, kind sister keeps showing up.

I can’t seem to settle on what book to read.  I pick up and read dozens of pages and then I pick up the next one.  I don’t know what I am looking for. Monday morning is the last January 6^th congressional hearing. Yea.

There are flocks of birds feeding on the pyracantha bush outside. I sit outside Saturday morning to warm up my body.