this morning #1853.

this morning, i awoke & slowly sat up, carefully navigating the flush of an early-hour head rush. shuffled down the hall to the kitchen. switched on the kettle & did my stretches in front of the picture window. worked out as much of the stiffness as i could. one, two, three, four. watched the rain fall in a sheet off the roof through the space where the gutter had cracked. need to call the guy. have him come by & fix that. a fifth straight day of nasty weather. another day indoors. not much to be done today anyhow. i’ll probably call my sister this afternoon. we just spoke on tuesday but it’s ok. at our age, in this late stage, i’d rather call her too much than too little. i know she doesn’t mind. she’s just as lonely as i.