At church I was shaky and when Gayle asked if she could walk
me home, I agreed. She gave me a lecture on asking for help. No walking. Not
enough energy to bundle up, but the watercolor paper is out and paint pans. Don’t
know exactly what I want to do. Maybe just put wet stuff on dry stuff. Restless
mind wanting an opening to find comfort in the dark time. I’ll get out today
with a walk to the post office at least.
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