Poor restless night and dour mood this morning. Not a
propitious start for the day. I confessed to Linda Lee that I have fear of the
future since the diagnosis and my increased awareness of how vulnerable and fragile
I have begun to feel. So, the antidote is moving and doing something necessary
like sweeping the floor. Hollie will visit later and we will make a shopping
list for Thanksgiving dinner. I may bundle up for a cold walk. It’s another day
of living.
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