How do you feel about old clothes?

I love them, but they’re hard to get. Sometimes, rarely, you find something that’s instant old. You know it when you see it, that it’s going to be something you’ll own forever until it’s an old friend and always totally comfortable.

Usually it’s a shirt or a sweater, something you can grab when you’re a little cold and need an extra layer.

This is going to take a while and I have to go to a physio-therapy session.

I’l be back..

There. You see? I said I’d be bsck.

The exercises were hard, not gruelling but I knew something was happening to my muscles and joints. It was well past my lunch when I got home (by Wheel-Trans) . I ate and then then I had a sleep, planned for half an hour but I slept through the alarm—two hours before I got up. And then John and Lesley came with liquor boxes to begin packing—moving—books, next week.

Be ready. Kate’s coming to ship my file donations to the University of Manitoba. I wish I could go to the post office with her….Try!?

John and Lesley are both helpful but I was jumpy by the time they left. It wasn’t a social visit, very instructive, in fact, with loads of recommendations (orders) and ought-tos. They mean well, but they don’t spread much joy.

So I have to work tonight. I’m going to have some supper first.

I might be back, if not tonight, then tomorrow.

Anon.