Sunday, May 31, 2026

     It is morning again and again.  Morning comes quickly everyday. Sun is out.  I am sitting in my bedroom, the breakfast tray near the chair.  I drink my coffee and eat the cereal and am ready to write.  I sit here wondering what words will come up.

     My roommate is outside with friends preparing a bunch of potted herbs for a fund raising lunch today. I hear the voices but not the words. I wonder if it is time for me to get my hearing checked. When they leave, I will have the house to myself and I have plans. I need to write them down so I don’t forget.

     Yesterday I look up studies of statistical outcomes of Bladder cancer treatments.  I am trying to find if I am going to live or die soon.  As if I can ever figure it out.  The information doesn’t have to be accurate, rather just something I can hold on to, and then let it go. I hear laughter outside.

     After several false starts I find a book that interests me. STRANGERS, A MEMOIR OF MARRIAGE by Belle Burden. Today between tasks I plan to read more of this memoir. Last night we watch the last episodes of THE BOROUGHS, a truly entertaining series. And I want to say something about our horrendous politics but I am not sure what. While the sun is out, life looks good.