So I missed a day. Better you weren’t there.

My dear son and daughter-in-law came in while I was in Stratford and washed all the shelves and the grease-laden, old, unused things (I bet you’ve got some in your kitchen too). They emptied all the boxes in the living room and put everything away—in the wrong places. So I had food, but no way to cook it because I couldn’t find anything to cook or eat it in or because it was on shelves too high for me to reach and I get dizzy on a step stool. I can’t lift things either. If I had to get something from a lower shelf I had to get on the floor to manage it and then I had trouble getting myself off the floor. I lost four pounds.

I ate better today because I planned something I could cook and made a space for it. I’m not hungry now but I am tired and I ache even more than usual so I’m going to bed.

Tomorrow will be better.