Friday, March 15, 2024

     The twenty pound bag of potting soil on the deck has a massive picture of a dog.  I pull out my glasses and read the print, not potting soil but ancient grain dog food. The bag had been sitting there for weeks. Not mine. No packaging with a name and address. I guess it is now mine.

     I start reading AFTER ANNIE by Anna Quindlen, one of my favorite writers. I have to stop, my temporary brain fog gets in the way.

     Thursday is a slow day.  I lie on the couch listening to podcasts, not sleepy but tired. The tall man visits to check on me and pick up some licorice I keep just for him. My charming daughter comes by after work to tell me stories from her job.

     I watch some news and then an episode of THE RESIDENT, a netflix hospital series.  Always more to learn about the medical world. Friday should be a better day.