I made a big list this morning of people I must write or call or invite for dinner.

But I didn’t do anything about it. I browsed the mail and news and Netflix, had a piece of toast and went back to bed, wakened by a friend before Siri did. I sort of dozed and then Matt woke me, earlier than he usually arrives, so the door was locked.We had lots of time for a swim in my cool pool. (It was empty so it was mine.) And the sauna was hot. So i should have been feeling better.

But I am so tired of aching all the time. I had to sit down to rest before I delivered corn chowder (made it yesterday) to a neighbour who phoned me this morning to tell me she was just home from the hospital after a stroke.

Who am I to complain? And what have I to complain about? I’m healthy. There’s nothing wrong with me. I just hurt all the time.

Matt left early after dinner. I cleaned up and sat down again and cruised Netflix, looking for something. Now I’m stiff and it will hurt when I get up and go to bed.

I didn’t achieve anything today.

Today I retrieved some of my will power. I got up at 6:30 (late!), ate my orange and checked a recipe online before I swam at 7:40. I crawled into the unmade bed when I returned and fell asleep but woke in time to recover my identity.

I was checking how to cook fiddleheads. My grocery delivery had them and I ordered some; they came yesterday. So I was trying to remember how to cook them and wondering with whom I could share them and found the right person in the pool. She’s coming for dinner tonight so I can’t goof off. I’m thawing chicken thighs for a sheet-pan dinner with roasted sweet potatoes. I have fresh raspberries for dessert and my friend is going to bring her delicious chocolate-nut thingies. Lovely start to a long weekend.
The outdoor pool opens today. I hope the air is warm.
So now I’ll get to work. I have letters to write.