Tuesday, January 13, 2026

     I dread getting a new computer. This computer is 6 years old, not so old in my mind. One of the keys is broken, you know the one that starts up the computer in the morning when I am ready to write. It now takes several tries to get it going.  And then my 18 year old Honda Element. Sometimes it starts and sometimes not. I am not sure my 85 year old mind can learn new tricks.

     I ask the Tall Man if he thinks I am developing dementia.  He says emphatically no. I had just told him about the book I read about the Coastal Commission and the rising seas. I struggle with nouns, the names of things. The words eventually pop into my mind. I am beginning to repeat stories I have already told many times.  I need new listeners.  And maybe new stories.

     This afternoon I plan to zoom into a program focusing on cis cancers in the bladder. I have had three types of bladder cancers identified.  This is the one I know the least about.

     The Dog Lover brings me my favorite (walnut) cookies from Whole Foods. In the evening, I watch some news and then two episodes of THE CLOSER. The Tall Man drags my garbage bins to the street. I am continuing to read the SciFi novel, THE DISPOSSESSED.