Wednesday, October 8, 2025

     Tuesday’s three fears. Running out of money to pay taxes, falling off my shaky toilet seat and a third one I can’t remember. Now. The handyman is coming today to repair the toilet seat, and I sent in the check for my taxes. But what was the third fear?

     I spend the afternoon on my cell phone talking to a friend in the emergency room, listening to her, reminding her that she is brave and smart. She gets better.

     My favorite personal librarian brings over a stack of books. She stays to talk with me. I am so lucky.

     We watch another episode of THE MORNING SHOW. This episode makes sense unlike the last one. And of course, I also watch the news by myself. I suspect I am the last news watcher in town. I don’t cry or feel overwhelmed. I was a social worker for decades and grew accustomed to seeing difficult situations.