FOGGY in Postcards 4

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I look at the appointment book and see that Saturday and Sunday are empty. I like that. I should be quilting, but my get up and go has gone. There are no appointments calling. Imagine. There’s about one thing a week upcoming, and long quiet days between each. I wait for the oncologist to call, and I read and am happy tho losing muscle tone rapidly. My soul is content with these quiet days. I cherish them with little guilt.
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• Himself: Putting in a bidet and playing space games. Creating dinner.
• Myself: I have no idea.
• Reading: A wonderful Bowen.
• Watching: Nothing of any value.
• Photo: George out Grumpy’s driver’s side window on a foggy Friday morning.

• Gratitude’s: For these days of peace.

Last updated February 06, 2021