Tuesday, March 5, 2024

    First, in the morning I check my email for messages from my east coast sister.  She is recovering from a scary fall on her stairs last week.   No emails from her today yet.

     The cancer center is repainting all their rooms and replacing their treatment chairs. My interview room has damaged walls, scrapes, holes, and stains. While waiting my mind creates a friendly ghost in one wall, eyes, mouth, body. I encourage the nurse to sit in my chair. She laughs when she too finds the ghost in the wall.

     It is a late winter day, light rain and then sunshine. After my long nap I take out the garbage bins, a sign that I am doing well. The birds are flocking around the bottle bush trees.

     I have finished reading THIS IS GOING TO HURT.  Loved it.  Now started another Elly Griffiths mystery story. My unread New Yorkers are beginning to pile up.