Monday, March 31, 2025

     Sunny, windy day, huge clouds in the distance. Feeling really grounded and good and then the mood shifts and I am sad and complaining. I walk on my deck, I eat good food, I take a nap and still the mood is stubborn. I am waiting for the moment when the mood shifts again to feeling alive and appreciative.

     I wake rested, ready to focus on today’s activities.  The tall man is driving me for the treatment. I am optimistic with the cancer center. I am not sure I even need the support of the cuddly chicken.

     I start reading a Josephine Tey British mystery novel.  But it is too talky and I don’t have the patience to follow the plot through conversations. I prefer the curtain culture of writing novels. Conversations are over rated. I live alone without many conversations.

     I watch an episode of a BROKENWOOD MYSTERIES, a British series. A comfort show, not so complicated, beautiful scenery. Not great, but good enough. I seem to stumble on truly excellent shows and then the relaxed ones.