But my feet are cold.

Another heat warning, but I had to walk to the Post Office because I had to send an important letter / package by Express Post.. I started the day with that goal in mind, never mind the heat wave.So I swam promptly and I didn´t overdo the exercise, didn´t want to get too tired before I began. I took two Tylenol, extra strength, I packed what I needed in the basket of my rollator (that´s what they call a walker), and I sat down to meditate for 10 minutes to gather my strength before I left on my safari..

And the phone rang. It was my masseuse . I had booked her for today, to recover from my efforts. She said wait. She would pick me up and drive me to the Post Office and then take me to her place to speed my recovery, and she did. And she drove me home after it because I bought a few groceries and she carried them. I mean, she is a saint.

So it was a good day and I sent my important letter that I’ve been working on all summer and this is the beginning of the rest of my life, however much time is left of it.

I am so grateful.

But my feet are still cold.