Friday, January 23, 2026

     I note the passage of weeks with garbage day. Garbage day is Monday when the bins are dragged to the street for Early Tuesday morning pick up. Yep I realize another week has just passed, just disappeared. Faster and faster.

     As I type this report, I notice that my finger nails are long again.  Didn’t I just cut them. And my toe nails begin to pull at my socks. Another month or two have passed.  Not as clear an alert as garbage day but still I am surprised and annoyed it is time to cut my nails again.  Time goes so fast when you are old. At least with garbage day I can get the tall man or the roommate to do the dirty work but with nail clipping I am on my own.

     There are times when time is slow. Mid morning I am waiting for the volunteer to bring me meals.  I sit in the living room listening for the car sounds. Sometimes I read while waiting, sometimes I am just restless.  And after my nap I have a few hours before I watch the news. I do my chair yoga exercises. I walk on the deck.  I read, I am waiting.

     We watch the MSNOW review of the Jack Smith congressional hearing. He is a master at keeping calm and not being rattle by the inane questions of members of Congress. Then we watch episode 3 of season two of THE PITT. Always wonderful. Can’t binge with a weekly Thursday drop. And of course I did some book reading. I read the latest Text about the slow recovery of my writing partner in ICU.