MYSELF in Postcards 4

1981: Old tower 4. No ramp or stairs for lifeguard access.

I was not myself last week or even yesterday. Today I am almost bloomingly well. One hour more sleep will do that for you. Did I even brush my teeth yesterday? Did I put my ears in? I napped in my chair and gained an ugly headache from it.

I woke this morning with a smile, nary a headache in sight, ate my yogurt in bed with the news on but silent, and read my 1950’s Cadell to the end. Heaven indeed.

Did I have a touch of some malaise? Was it the flu shot? Was it just not enough sleep? It’s been suggested that I stay in the now. Now is a pretty good place.
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• Himself: A not too bad Friday, meeting.


• Myself: Eight hours sleep. Dishes and no laundry before quilting.


• Reading: Another Cadell.


• Gratitude’s: Sleep and G letting me have another hour of sleep.