Monday, December 19, 2022

This morning I am getting ready to watch the last of the Jan. 6 hearings.  Time to move my stuff from my bedroom to the living room and settle in.  Yesterday I felt sick, today I feel healthy, at least so far.

Christmas season is passing me by.  Between surgery and treatments my body thinks it is still early December.  Maybe it will always be early December. Time is mysterious.  I do know it is the cold season and my house was not built for such cold weather.

Outside a dog is barking.  The early airplane flights have quietly roared overhead. The heater keeps blowing at the cold air.  Life goes on.

I am settling into reading another mystery story, they are so simply written and I can follow the story. My life is not a mystery story, I am still struggling to make sense of my life.