The Fastness of Time in Postcards 4

Time is going too fast. I make myself fit into my projects rather doggedly when I know I would be a better person if I relaxed. Books get shelved, dishes done, the house picked up, and more book things dealt with.

Food. Those grilled pork chops were glorious. The chunky apple sauce delightful. I cheered myself on as I didn’t eat it all. Today I am dusted out….covered with dust to which I am allergic. Frozen something for dinner tonight. Less imagination than last night’s delicious dinner. The food is sitting well with my dear G, and that’s all that matters.

Time. The appointment book fills and I smile at it. Laka calls to tell me that she has eye surgery scheduled. Wonderful news. The 30th of next month. She clearly lays it all out dollar by dollar and eye by eye. No more night driving. I don’t try to talk over her. That’s such a great failing of mine. Because I don’t, she calls. Progress.

• Himself: Today: covering someone else’s queue. Tomorrow: Ultrasound at 0730, he comes back home to work and I to a half a day meeting.
• Herself: Yesterday got the plants watered too. Today: There were a lot of donations at work that I helped a bit with. I did get the new books shelved. I only brought one new one home. LOL
• Reading: Sara Paretesky new one.
• Gratitudes: For being able to give back.