THE WEEK IN REVIEW in Postcards 4

Poor G woke feeling very old this morning. It took a while for my brain to process the information in context. The Shingles shot the doc wanted him to get got him.

Me, I look like Mrs. Insane hair, and am going to let my hair-lady cut me into some sort of shape.

Other than that, there’s nothing new. I walk boringly in the water, I go down to the bay in hopes I can catch something interesting coming in or going out that I can photograph, and I read.
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Himself: He isn’t doing well with his flu shot and shingles shot too.
Myself: I’m ok. Daughter Laka called and I am delighted.
Reading: Still Dick Francis.
Photo: 2018, The Star of India heading out with a full crew and lots of tourists.
Gratitude’s: That Marta came and moved dust around. That I am getting my hair cut at noon.