Health is so ephemeral. And yet we take it for granted. I am not really well. I ache and my digestion is not right. But I am so over being sick. I have been sitting or lying, mainly reading, for what seems like an eternity. I am determined to have a "normal" day today. But it will not be pleasant.

Yesterday was also sunny and warm and dry. Ray was gone all day, naturally. I didn't go past the garden, but enjoyed looking out every now and then. My faithful dog kept me company and my chickens--although they didn't give me a single egg. I did have contact with the outside world via email and Skype. And I was fine, trying to enjoy the lack of obligations. No cooking or planning. I did some work on the Green Sanctuary assessment, prior to our meeting next week. My Dad came in the afternoon, planting garlic. It is one thing we have managed to achieve self-sufficiency on. He planted some of the cloves we grew last year and I still have lots left. Will it be enough to last until this batch is harvested? And will it keep that long? We'll see. It's not a necessity, but it is something I use a lot of. We chatted some, although he kept his distance. He watered a lot, and Ray continued watering when he got home before 5. Then he prepared and cooked the pork roast and some asparagus, as well as heating up the squash from the day before. It was a good meal and I didn't have any indigestion in the night. I was awake toward morning, so I didn't get enough sleep. I suspect it is from lack of physical activity.

Murder Makes Waves by Anne George

My rating: 3 of 5 stars


a new setting is good. I love her relationship with her husband and daughter, as well as the others.



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