I was tired and kept sleeping and napping and dozing and going back to sleep. Very time-consuming. When my eyes were sort of open I dragged a lot of wet towels out to the balcony, one at a time—too heavy for me to lift all at once. I was going to have to wash them all. Later.

Forget yesterday. See what you can do today.

Well, it was hot. Still is. I don’t have much energy, didn’t do much.

But i’m getting close to doing the one thing i have left to do before I get serious,

I mean serious,

I must write a memorial tribute to the last new great friend of my life. Every morning now I promise her I’ll do it. .

Soon.

Answer to Pat’s comment: It comes with age.