Thursday, January 22, 2026   

     Light rain this morning, Chain saws are active in the neighborhood.  I drive my roommate to an early morning medical appointment. We avoid the high school morning drop off traffic. Trees are wet and glistening. Not enough rain for new puddles in the driveway. I will pick her up later in the morning.

     I don’t sleep well. Hear the drops of water from the sky light leaks. Struggle out of bed to set up the bucket. Awake for hours. Maybe I doze some of the time. I am worried what it could be like to die of cancer or cancer treatment. In the morning, I am optimistic about living.

     I am reading THE CORRESPONDENT, a novel by Virginia Evans. The story is told through life long letters written by a 78 year old woman living alone. I so identify with this story.

     I am finally avoiding more news about the president. We laugh with Colbert on the late show.  And then more episodes of THE BIG “C”. there are four seasons. I will be glad when it is over but I am not ready to abandon this story. And of course, another episode of the middle aged motorcycle riders traveling in Africa, LONG WAY DOWN.  Maybe too much TV for one night.