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I woke this morning to a hint of winter: 37º, strong winds, and a rough lake. I was up at 6:30, greeted by darkness and streaks of light on the horizon. When I stepped outside, I could hear the wind howling, with gusts reaching 26 mph. I’m glad I don’t feel up to kayaking anyway. Between our colds and coughing, Evie and I are both sad to be missing the annual clambake at my sister Linda and brother-in-law Rich’s house in Euclid, Ohio, on Lake Erie. It’s a family tradition that began back in the 1950s, and they have kept it going. It’s only 7:49 as I finish writing this. What am I going to do for the next fourteen hours?
Friday was another day of doing very little, hoping to feel better. It’s strange to look back on a day when I haven’t kayaked, ridden my bike, gone to yoga, or even gone shopping. What did I do with most of the day? I’m trying to remember.
I was up at 6:45 and spent an inordinate amount of time on my computer, reading the newspapers, surfing Reels, and listening to podcasts until Evie got up. We then finished the blog and published it. Having accomplished one thing, I didn’t feel like my usual breakfast of yogurt and granola, so I made toast with peanut butter and banana instead. A little variety, at least.
The rest of the morning, I read in the living room or sat at my computer while Evie puttered around the kitchen. But like me, she soon lost her mojo and returned to the couch. Around 12:30, I had lunch: the leftover ramen soup Evie had made and the sub sandwich I’d bought a couple of days earlier. When I finished, I was ready for a nap, so I went upstairs to read and doze off. Evie, unfortunately, is rarely able to nap, so she watched some TV and then began selecting photographs from my computer for a photo book for our great-grandson Rhys' visit. She did the same for all our grandchildren, too.
The afternoon dragged for both of us. There isn’t much you can do when you feel tired and achy, so we waited until 5:00, when we could enjoy our usual glass of wine and listen to the news, most of it about the horrific shooting of children in Oregon.
Evie put together dinner: a curry with mushrooms, chicken, and tomatoes. We watched our usual evening television until she went up to bed. I started a series called Unfamiliar, only to realize before long that I’d watched it before. Still, I stuck with it until it was time to head upstairs to bed.


































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