Friday, February 17, 2023

Unexpectedly, The day warms up, the sun fills the air.  Sitting outside I watch a column of gnats shimmering over the gravel parking area.  A single bee is busy in the flowering heather.  Crows call out and in the distance the chattering of birds that I cannot see. Soon I look for shade, the sun is too hot.

I started reading the New Yorker in 1959 when I was a college student at U.C. Berkeley. 63 years later, I still have a subscription but now I sometimes don’t understand the cartoons. I am committed to finding at least one interesting article a week. I track inflation by the costs of the subscriptions. $5 a year when I started and now $160 for the paper edition.

Today I am back to normal energy.  Friends are planning to visit this afternoon. I don’t know how I would define normal.

Finished the three interesting Henry Marsh books. Now I know more about body ills and the medical world. Maybe I have read enough medical books, although there still are a few on the table waiting for me.