I am back up to speed on the novel, which is to say, I've gotten back into the swing of the first fifty pages, which is where I left off at Vineyard after hitting a wall. I think I am ready to move forward again.
Emptied a box this morning. Harriet did two yesterday. We both are astounded by how easily we tire, but that's old age for you. Our minds are still adjusting. An hour's work in my fifties feels like a full day's work in late seventies.
A glaze of whiteness on the ground, more frozen rain than snow, but a suggestion of a White Christmas nonetheless. Not that I care. I still don't have the holiday spirit.
Which is fine. I feel great! This new apartment has given me my life back.
Emptied a box this morning. Harriet did two yesterday. We both are astounded by how easily we tire, but that's old age for you. Our minds are still adjusting. An hour's work in my fifties feels like a full day's work in late seventies.
A glaze of whiteness on the ground, more frozen rain than snow, but a suggestion of a White Christmas nonetheless. Not that I care. I still don't have the holiday spirit.
Which is fine. I feel great! This new apartment has given me my life back.
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