It’s raining. Sounds good,
smells good. It’s warm. The grass and the plants will soak it up. Peas will
grow taller. I’m low on energy again. The PT exercises come first and then a
simple plan for the day. Just senior center duty. Maybe write something. Old
memories come up in the middle of the night and suggest recording the people
and events. When I get old and feeble, I can entertain myself with old journal
stories.
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