Today is not the day I was expecting. I have to find another one.

Not now.

Later:

Last night I was still dressed but ready for bed when I had an unexpected visit from friends who were in the building having had dinner with a resident. They were finished in time to drop in and I welcomed them because I hadn’t seen or heard from them in ages even when when they were living here for a short time, on a rental from from another resident. I had just about given up on them, in despair not in anger. I welclomed them and celebrated our reunion with a libation from a 12-year Glen Livet. (I buy one bottle a year to celebrate or reinforce my life. I use it sparingly.) They left at a reasonable late hour but I stayed up until after one a.m.

That ruined today. My fault.

I slept a little late, past my usual time, but I couldn’t get a grip on the day. l I kept napping. I didn’t get dressed until I forced myself to prepare and eat something for dinner. Now I must be careful not to wreck tomorrow.

That’s all.

We go on.

For a change, I did what I said I was going to do. I went swimming again.

Matt joined me—no, I joined him. He swam first. I joined him for the last two lengths and we both went into the spa and did our routine, counting together. it felt great.

It ddn’t hurt.
The skin has healed and dried. I waited until I was sure the water wouldn’t soften and open it. I did feel the pull of the water on the new skin but it didn’t bleed.

I tried to take it easy and not do too much, but I was tired and as the evening progressed I felt stiff.

I’m okay now.

Matt is coming for his swim and Sunday dinner and we will go together. I switched my dinner plans opting for an easier menu last night with less standing time. Tonight it will be a simple dinner in presentation but involving much more time on my feet as I prepare everything.

I’ll try to pace myself, with time out.

It’s a great day!