Yesterday I weeded and trimmed a small part of the raspberry hedges. I meant to continue the work today but my body screamed and swore at me — obedient as I am I immediately abandoned the idea. Unfortunately it is not only my body that is slow and stale today — my brain function (function?) like syrup that has been kept in the fridge. I read a page and wonder what I've read; I look at the screen and wonder what I'm supposed to do at the computer. After looking at several pages and staring at the screen for a while I put on a sweater and a jacket and a shawl and brought a blanket with me out on our tiny verandah.
Embrace change even if you want to run from it. Ralph Shrader
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It is easier to say what and who I'm not. — I'm not my profession — I'm not my salay — I'm not my age — I'm not my illness — I'm not my civil status So who am I? — a person just the right size and age — an untidy pedant — a conservative radical And what do I do? — weave — read — listen to music, classical preferably baroque