Friday I felt normal. No sudden startles, no flashes of blue,
good walking. Into the history books go the near miss and gratitude for my survival
instinct. Farmers’ Market this morning. Hollie is still away so I will go
alone. I hear there are peaches and plums plus a load of vegs as Kelle arrives
tomorrow and I want lots of choices. We usually eat out too. I expect to gain a
couple of pounds while she is here. High point: my writing class.
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