Tuesday, April 30, 2024

     Garbage day, drag the bins to the curb, when the wind dies down in the early evening.

     Some days are just boring, even with the sun warming the house. I just don’t notice what is going on. Time to pay more attention.

     I sit in my blue recliner after breakfast.  I wiggle my toes, yes, I need pay attention to my body and not my mind. Today I will walk more. The neighbor’s trucks and workers are arriving for another day of noise and activity.

      I wiggle my fingers, opening and closing my hands. They have recovered from the damaging immunotherapy. Chemo therapy damages my body in a different way.