Friday, April 24, 2026

      Foggy and damp this morning. I lie in bed plotting out my activities for the day. Library, park, nap. Maybe I should tackle the dreaded linen closet. Can I just stay in bed. Should I turn on the heater when I know the day is warming up. And why am I writing everyday. What is the meaning of living. A mug of hot coffee settles me back in my life.

     I have expanded the types of exercises I have been doing daily. My goal is to walk on stairs with some ease. I am stuck in the middle of being well and being sick. No medical crises in many months. Good news but I do miss the excitement.           

     I am on a roll with interesting books. The latest SHATTERED by Hanif Kureishi, a memoir of a serious illness. A new stack of books wait for me at the library.

     We watch THIS IS A GARDENING SHOW, a bit silly but I did learn more about growing apples and tomatoes. I’m waiting for season 5 of the CLARKSON FARM to start up. I am getting restless with TV shows and looking for something else to stir me up. Of course I almost forget the war and ICE and inflation and cost of living, homeless women and lack of good jobs. I watch TV news everyday and I am not sure it does me any good.