Saturday, July 12, 2025

     I go outside on the deck.  Thick wet fog hanging low.  A black cat walks across the dusty yard to the fence, slips though the loose wooden board.  Gone just like that. I walk back and forth leaning on my cane to give relief to the sore knee.

     Friday, I give into feeling tired and weak. I don’t do my morning PT exercises, the first time in months. I avoid the to do list. Nothing seems important and yet I am restless and uncomfortable. Before settling into my bedroom for the evening I force myself outside again to walk.  Walking seems to be my salvation, settling my old body into a more comfortable life.

     In the late afternoon we watch two episodes of CLARKSON’S FARM. My daughter bursts out laughing at some of the silly events. She hangs out at my house after her treatments. We both are working on being healthy again.

     This morning is a new foggy cold day and I slept well. I eat my breakfast while sitting wrapped in a blanket, in my bedroom recliner. I will do my PT exercises as soon as I wash the breakfast dishes. Responsibilities are patiently waiting for me.