party ? really?

It’’s January 17 and I don’t know what I’ve been doing.

Routine has been welcomed. I’m healthy after my Covid Chrristmas, still ttired but well again. I’ve been exercising trying to get some strength and energy back. I’m going to a party this afternoon, in-house.

It’s a welcome party for the newest residents, of which I am one.

That will be nice.

[ POST-NOTE: it was very nice. we had big shrimp and dip—my favourite hors d’oeuvre! ]

Happy Friday.

Till tomorrow…

now what?

If anything…

Well!, how about that?

I was released, but I was the last to know. No one seemed to know where I was supposed to go yesterday. I received different instructions and warnings, depending on the source of the expertise.

Today I have gone downstairs for breakfast and for lunch so far, and I am exhaust4d. I jusf want to sleep….

So I did.

It’s January now.

I know that.

Breakfast was good, though.

And ’I’ m supposed to begin writing.

Tomorow?