FOGGY in Postcards 4

  • Feb. 6, 2021, 1:01 p.m.
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I look at the appointment book and see that Saturday and Sunday are empty. I like that. I should be quilting, but my get up and go has gone. There are no appointments calling. Imagine. There’s about one thing a week upcoming, and long quiet days between each. I wait for the oncologist to call, and I read and am happy tho losing muscle tone rapidly. My soul is content with these quiet days. I cherish them with little guilt.
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  • Himself: Putting in a bidet and playing space games. Creating dinner.
  • Myself: I have no idea.
  • Reading: A wonderful Bowen.
  • Watching: Nothing of any value.
  • Photo: George out Grumpy’s driver’s side window on a foggy Friday morning.
  • Gratitude’s: For these days of peace.


Last updated February 06, 2021


Jinn February 06, 2021

Quiet days are great. I can relate to losing muscle tone :-( I need a treadmill ! Love the picture! Stay safe ! ❤️

Marg February 06, 2021

There's a lot to be said for contentment with days of peace :)

NorthernSeeker February 06, 2021

What a great photo! Peaceful days are something to be grateful for.

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