Thursday, May 8, 2025

 

 Thursday, May 8, 2025

     I am wrong.  I complain about my new terrible glasses. I am insistent that they have given me the wrong glasses. He says wear them in the house for a week and then come back and we will make adjustments.  A week later, my eyes and brain have adjusted and I see better with these new glasses.  Humbling.

     Back to weeks of low energy with treatments. Foggy morning and now the sun is coming out.  Soon I will finish dressing, do the dishes and start my pt exercises.  Or maybe I will just go back to bed.

     Opening the window shutters this morning I am startled by the array of flowers filling the area. Purples and pinks and reds everywhere.

     I just about done with Scott Turow’s novel PRESUMED GUILTY.  500 pages filled with lots of long conversations, and explanations. Mostly interesting but as usual I find endings somewhat contrived and not so interesting.  In my past work and present life there are no endings, life just keep going on.

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