Thursday, March 27, 2025

     I don’t take a nap on Wednesday. I am giving a medical ride to a close friend at 3. After lunch I could feel the tug towards the couch. I resisted and lived to tell the tale. Naps are optional. I am getting stronger. Monday is my next monthly chemo session.

     We had a few warm sunny days and now the fog and clouds are back. I haven’t put away my warm flannel shirts and sweat pants.

     All the garden plants are blooming in the yard. The plants know the seasons.

     Three mornings a week a volunteer shows up with a bag of meals for me. Kind people at my door with prepared lunches and diners and snacks. Cardboard boxes arrive frequently at the front door, and a shopper brings in my orders from the grocery store.  I have no complaints what so ever. I am well supported in living an independent life. I still receive my social security income. And the future is uncertain.