Thursday, January 16, 2025

     In my morning walk on the deck, I hear the High School’s morning announcements.  I hear the harsh sounds of a man’s voice. The words are garbled. Am I missing anything important? It is louder then usual. I don’t hear sirens or helicopters.

     Every year in mid January I am surprised the days are short and the darkness comes early. I am ready for spring and so are the plants. I turn on the heat and lights, and wonder if the light will ever return. I am impatient for spring. Maybe it is just me getting ready for Thursday’s medical appointment.

     Thursday is the medical procedure to see if the cancer has returned.  No way to know ahead of time. This is one of two tests to happen this week. I feel well but that doesn’t seem to count. Sigh. If only I were more comfortable with uncertainty.

     I started a new TV show INSPECTOR ELLIS, on Acorn TV. Actually, very good. And a new book WHAT WE WISHED FOR, an adoption story by Lisa Crawford Watson, a local writer who I admire and like.  So maybe life isn’t so difficult after all.