Sunday, October 19, 2025

     At dawn this morning, the neighborhood is shrouded with thick fog.  The street and trees are blurred.   And then while eating breakfast the fog evaporates and the sun starts warming up the yard.

     Most of my experience with other human beings is on screens.  I watch the NO KING rallies across the nation.  My roommate dresses in her bear costume and joins the local protest.  It is almost like I am there also. But I am not, I am at home. I spend hours read every day. I finish reading the Ross MacDonald novel SLEEPING BEAUTY, A well crafted mystery story written decades ago about Los Angles.  

     Saturday, I do all my exercises, walking on the deck, lying on my bed strengthening my legs, standing at a chair working on balance. I feel so accomplished when I can do them all. Most days I do just some of them.

     We watch the latest episode of the Late show with Stephen Colbert being clever and funny. And then during dinner we watch two episodes of THE DIPLOMAT. In the afternoon, My personal Librarian brings another stack of books. And she stays and talks with me. I have no real complaints but I feel restless. Am I sick or am I well, I just can’t tell. Each day is both the same and different.