It’s Sunday and how I—we—have changed since…whenever. The question is how, and maybe why, if it happened.
I suppose some of that will creep into my new as-yet-unwritten book. I have intientions, even hopes. I’m finding it difficujl to find me here (in my new place) but I’ve been around long enojugh that I trust my work ethic and will and can forgive my delay. I hope you can too.
Breakfast first.
Anon.
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…
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