Friday, August 20, 2021

This will be my third hospitalization and second surgery in the last three months.  I am tired of the drama. I suspect that it is me that is creating the drama.

I bought a box of 50 flower printed masks and have been giving them out to people who come to my house. Family and friends and medical folks.  They are soft and strong and disposable.  We all love them.

There is something comforting in reading about the chaos of Trump’s last weeks in the White House. Michael Wolff’s book LANDSLIDE.

More smoke this morning. The sky is dirty yellow. Doesn’t stop the birds from moving around my yard.