I forget what I had for dinner last night, if I had dinner—oh yes—I found some leftover boiled mini-potatoos. I cut them smaller and fried them with lots of onions and a bit of gravy. Later I ate some sliced (fresh) pineapple. So you see, I ate.

Today is a big day. Matt celebrates his sixty-second birthday. Long and tiring.

We each had a dentist appointment, then we went next door to the Swiss Chalet for a birthday lunch. Too much food for me. I took home a large doggy bag—tomorrow’s lunch and dinner—a chicken breast, almost intact, and two spring rolls. I gave Matt my dinner roll. .Our plan then was to go to a store I remembered where I could buy Matt a new wallet for his birthday. But the store was gone. That’s what happens when you don’t go out: things disappear. A security person in a nearby bank called a cab for us and we went home. I was a basket case. I fell onto my bed and slept for half an hour. I set an alarm. We had tea and Matt went home to his place for dinner. They have steak every Tuesday. I sat and played Solitaire or read mail until it was time to get ready for a TWUC reading on Zoom, read by 6 or 7 writers from their own work, five minutes each. Finally I was able to put a voice to a name—very talented voices. I’m so old I don’t know any of the many new members, so it was a revelation.

Now I’m more than ready for bed, no time or energy left to write a blog. Sorry.

Tomorrow is another day.