almost

II’m almost back to normal, whatever normal is these days. I usually have a job each day, which eventually helps me establish what day it is. If I can’ t remember, I ask Siri. Today is a putter day as far as maintenance goes. There’s aways something to do which I try to ignore until it takes me by surprise.

Uppermost in my mind, however, is a memorial tribute I need to write to my last, lasting friend. I’m still thinking about it.

Or perhaps lowermost. It has been running like a leit motif in my mind since I learned of June’s death. She died October 20 but I didn’t know until I received an email just before Kate arrived for her visit last week. Precious time.

Time is alway precious. That’s why it’s important to know what day it is, not to cling but to cherish.

Anon.