Wednesday, February 1, 2023

I feel virtuous when taking trash and garbage to the bins outside. Piece by piece, bag by bag the bins fill up. I am careful to not fall.  I walk slowly up and down the stairs, carrying just one bag at a time.

One of the benefits of getting out of bed multiple times during the night is seeing how my brain is creating dreams.  My head and dark room are filled with past people and places in color and action. The narratives don’t always make sense but the vividness is real. Once I turn on the light the show disappears.

The talented baker brings me a fresh loaf of bread twice a month.  Each loaf is different and special.  Last night she stayed a while for conversation.

Tuesday I hand sewed more squares for the quilt I am making. I am not in a hurry to finish. I am to avoid sitting in the sun while I am taking this new medication. I have become comfortable living in my house and yard.