Yesterday was a bad day. I woke at 4AM, thanks to a screechy
cat and a full bladder. I tried to gather my wits and begin the day, but my
wits weren’t into being gathered. I was dizzy and confused. It was all I could
do to get to the bathroom and back without falling. Needless to say, that
screechy cat went treatless until about 11AM.
So, the first half of my day was spent in bed and the second
half was spent feeling a general malaise. I got little accomplished. I guess
the high point of the day was that I never fell over. I say take your victories
where you can get them, even if you do have to scrape the bottom of the barrel.
Today, I feel much better and my wits have allowed me to
gather them. I no longer fear falling. I’ve gone for two walks, done the dishes
and just generally been a housekeeper on the mend. And I remember a year ago
today. Richard and I spent our last morning in Cape May, having a wonderful
breakfast on the veranda of our hotel. We packed our bags and fetched the car
and by now were exploring the Jersey Shore.
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