Thursday, July 3, 2025

     This morning, I wake up to thick low fog, another damp gray day.  Summer in Monterey. A neighbor sends an email complementing me on my back yard clean up. The grasses and plants have been cut and removed leaving a large expanse of clear space. We are all afraid of fire season. I do miss the complex meadow plants growing in the back yard.

     When I wake up from my afternoon nap, I see a plastic bag on the coffee table sitting by the support chickens. Someone has crept into the house and left this package. A gigantic slice of Rosine’s carrot cake. A mystery. Later a text from the dog lover admitting to the cake caper.

     We watch more episodes of CLARKSON’S FARM. A surprisingly wonderful documentary show. In the evening it is THE LAST DETECTIVE series.

     I answer all the questions correctly in the telephone interview. Now I am officially a member of the surgical team Kathy. I am given the role of designated patient. I struggle with keeping my anxiety down.