FOGGY in Postcards 4
- Feb. 6, 2021, 10:01 a.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.
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Gratitude’s: For these days of peace.
Last updated February 06, 2021
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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.