Wednesday, January 1, 2025

      We store the leftovers in the refrigerator believing they will eat them. They are us and we want new fresh foods. I throw out leftovers to make room for more leftovers. The dance goes on.

     50 degrees in my bedroom in the morning, 37 degrees outside.  I close my window and turn on the heater.  I wear my artic fleece pants and my orange puffer jacket while I eat breakfast. All is well.

    The three of us watch CONCLAVE in the early evening.  We agree to stop talking while watching the movie. No running commentary please. I am disappointed with the movie.  All these old men wearing uniforms, hard to tell them apart. And really I don’t care who becomes pope.

     I think about the middle aged woman wearing a pink bathrobe in the ER waiting room.  She paces around the room with her throw up bag, obviously sick. We avoid eye to eye contact in the waiting area.  Maybe we need an infirmary (like those in colleges) with warm beds for some sick people, not a hospital.