All is well with self-care and change.
But a very rough pain day. I will call my doctor tomorrow.
My neighbour next door gave me some strong pills and they did the trick but they are prescription.
I was defeated by the mathematics of a knitting pattern I was designing so left it to percolate on the graph paper.
I wrote a poem about old age.
My friend Lana called me. She has dementia but she asked me to rescue some memories for her which I did. She marvels at my memory capacity. She asked me was her marriage happy and I told her the truth (it wasn't). I find it easier on her to tell her the truth as she can wax sentimental about fouled relationships. I was delighted she called as her memories of other friends, other places, are shattered.
I'm reading a very funny book called Slow Horses about the Secret Service in the UK. If you've ever worked in a grinding bureaucracy you will relate.
From the Archives - 2008 - Trinity Bay, NL. What an amazing place.