Undeclared Martial Law in DC?
I'm inclined to see it that way.
Let them prove me wrong - please.

Rain, rain, rain.
It's better than day after day of temps of 110°+.
So I went out of the fire into the frying pan.

I'm learning the difference in the healing process between laparoscopic and open surgery, and not loving the lesson.

I've been thinking about how my cleaning the refrigerator on Wednesday reflects my internal life.

It has something to do with inner me and how I tackle (or don't) stuff that is bothersome and at least slightly necessary. That sounds pretentious. Must cogitate further.

Good night, All.

Thought it must be about 5:30 - it's rainy and greym

It's 3 pm.

This long chores day just keeps
s t r e t c h i n g.

Beautiful, abundant roses.
Good for a ragged soul.

Does the political clamoring never end? We must stand up, but that means keeping abreast of each day's new assault on our democracy. We can't close our ears to the unceasing, ugly noise.

I need to walk the line to stay the course but not be poisoned by cortisol.

I'm late to the party watching Andor. It's up and down, but I'm still watching.

It's late for an old lady to be awake. The chicken soup is cooling. It tastes really good.
When it's cool it will go in the fridge, and that will be bedtime.

Wishing you a good sleep.

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Grey Days

Cloudy skies drain my energy, but are great for naps. Bad for getting things done.

Trying to gird my loins and get going with tasks which need attention.

First time this little apple tree has produced fruit. So exciting!