there goes yesterday

Here comes tomorrow.

Have to live through today first. It’s very cold. I worry about Matt. He’s a buggy gopher, i.e. he pushes grocery carts.

Outside.

I‘m cold. Most of the time. I wear warm clothes and the heat is set at 70 degrees F in the central hall, away from the windows. My outside exposure has windows running the full length of my apartment. I’m going to bring out my radiant heater to keep cozy while I continue to sit and work with my files. Soon.

I’ll swim at noon. Sunlight shimmering on the water in the pool makes me feel warm and believe in summer….

It was beautiful.

Now I’ve done a lot of puttering. What next?

I’m cold.

I huddled and browsed.

HAPPY GROUNDHOG DAY

repeat

• * . . I was very busy today. Son John is better and told me he was coming tonight to keep on digging me out of the mess I’ve made. So I was still working through the latest file folder, finding stuff for him and trying to tidy up and sort out what else was there.

I found MORE words to look up. Oh dear.

When I think back on what I have done over the years I tried to cope on my own, it terrifies me. I can’t remember what I did. I didn’t know what I was doing. I don’t know how I survived.

Sheer luck, I guess.

It’s too late now.

I’ll try again tomorrow.

Just like today.

Like Groundhog Day.