I have just checked my 'to do' list for this morning and except for making chicken soup, which I love doing, I re-diarized everything else for tomorrow and other days, realizing that nothing I had written on this list was urgent and there was nothing on it that couldn't wait another day, another week, another month (like dusting). My mom used to say, don't put off for tomorrow what you can do today. Sorry mom, I am now doing the exact opposite and I love it. It makes me feel lucky to have my time to myself to do with what I please, when I please. Retirement is bliss, aching bones, dizziness (vertigo) and imminent demise regardless.

Sweet husband has just brought me a cup of steaming hot coffee. It's cold, grey and rainy outside so coffee is definitely very welcome.

Last night there was thunder, unusual for where we live. A loud clap, then another squall. I was happy to have a roof over my head and a duvet to lie under. I can't help thinking about others who do not have these luxuries, but I won't go there now. It's sometimes too much for my old brain to handle the injustices of this physical life. Ok, enough of that and back to nice things. 

Sweet husband and I have erratic sleep patters (not erotic - I wish!). He goes to bed, I watch TV, I go to bed and read, he gets up and eats and watches podcasts (mostly about the Ukraine/Russia war), I sleep, I wake up, he comes back to bed. I toss and turn and think and finally fall asleep, he gets up. When he got up (for the third time) last night it was just after the thunder clap and I was wondering whether he had heard it and also wondering what he was going to do. I asked, did you hear the thunder? He replies, yes! I ask, what are you going to do? No reply, silence, then, you mean about the thunder? You want me to talk to the big boss? I have a fit of giggling.

Live in the now I have to remind myself. My mind flits to the past very often, reliving many things and trying to make sense of them and trying to learn new things from different experiences that I had. (I realize that memories are tainted with time and therefore not accurate and it makes thinking about the past sometimes pointless.) Then it flits to the future, right, well that's done. I'll knit my blanket! The present, however, is quite marvelous and that's why I try and stay there as much as possible. For instance, my belly is full of coffee and raisin bread toast, my chair is comfy, my view is tranquil, I hear sweet husband pottering around doing his jigsaw at the kitchen table, birds are twittering further away, I am warm and right now nothing hurts. Hooray!

Must go make soup now.