FRANKLY in Postcards 4

Yes, I am slowly taking care of things. I’d rather be fast about it, but I am getting it done.

Teeth, I go in tomorrow to get the other half of my teeth deep cleaned. This hygienist isn’t as tough as the old dentist. I know because Agony isn’t my middle name. Next, I need to clean up after myself. As I go through a room, I leave a trail of detritus. It’s not bad but still needs to be picked up. I’m honestly a slob.

Frankly I have been distracted by a small infection in one finger and another under an arm. I used a new tool supplied by my clinic, and I sent them a note with photos. I like this. No need to go inside a building or a doctor’s office. They can see, in focus, what I am complaining about.

I’ve gotten G to order groceries on line at last. He would far rather go to the store and squeeze the avo’s or tomatoes. I don’t blame him, but I’d rather he not come down with Covid if he could help it. I went along with him yesterday, and I stayed in the car masked and reading while he shopped. It was good to be in his company.

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Himself: He’s water aerobicing without me.
Myself: Overjoyed that Biden has access. Picking up the bedroom, starting the laundry, keeping my head quiet.
Reading: Cadell.
Watching: Recorded shows like “60 Minutes.”
Photo: 81 San Diego Airport.
Gratitude’s: I have a list that’s very long today.