I missed yesterday, too busy with my newsletter, not finished yet. I’m waiting for one article, promised to arrive yesterday, and I’m waiting for a contact to get some information I need. I fiddled a lot with the—dare I call it layout? Time-consuming and tiring, not very good, though. So I cooked. I’m having a friend for dinner tonight.

And I contacted my family, mostly by phone. It’s not effective to email because they’re very busy and they know I’m okay. I like to hear a voice, especially to tide me over the weekend. Yesterday I had to ask an almost-daily swimmer, when she came in, what day it was, Friday or Saturday? She told me Friday.. So today is Saturday, in case you’d like to know—or need to.

Does every day feel like .Sunday to you?