Saturday, March 9, 2024 

     We write together Friday morning as usual.  I am sluggish, tired, hard to focus.  Oh yes, I remember, this is side effects from the chemo therapy. Two more sessions to go and then a time for healing.  Sigh.

     In the late afternoon, I pick up my mail and slowly walk to the end of the street and back.  Warm sunny day.

     I am reading TRUST, a novel by Hernan Diaz.  My east coast daughter recommends it.  And she is right, a compelling story. I watch the last episode of EXPATS, a sad intense series.

     I sprinkle fertilizer on the sad potted plants on the deck.  Next, I should prune and groom the plants, and encourage them to become healthy and full of flowers.