Stuck in the dead zone now.
Worked on the book this morning, then got in a short walk around the neighborhood. Nothing too exciting.
Worked a little more when I got home, then whipped up a pot of vichyssoise, talked to the surgeon’s office and laid down for a nap. The life of Riley, right?
Looking for a quiet night. Stuck at home until the COVID test comes in, but have this strange feeling something’s going to go haywire. As in, the surgery’s going to be postponed to next week.
News around the world too depressing to watch. So guess what? I won’t watch. Queue up the Great British Baking Show.
Weather wasn’t bad today. A little hot, but not bad. Even so, couldn’t quite muster the energy to get out there for a second walk. What the arm hasn’t taken out of me, the respiratory thing has.
So the strange days go on.