i’ll try to conclude my memoriam today, but I may not.. i’m having a picnic in the courtyard by the goldfish pond and I may run out of time. I’ve already been up, boiling the eggs, finding paper plates and plastic glasses, tidying up, laying things out and lying down for a nap before my swim.

Time and energy both gone. I used to knock off a picnic or a luncheon or something and still have a dab of strength left to cope with the end of the day. Not any more. I don’t mind. It’s delicious to be so tired and not have to do anything.

I’ll think about it tomorrow.