Monday, July 13, 2020
The sameness of this "safer at home" lifestyle makes for boring days. Little new stuff happens. I'm not looking for adventure, what with a potentially fatal virus out there. But if I were writing on a diary, lots of the pages would likely be: Got up, read, ate, went to bed. Oh, well. Like today I called my folks. They are well, locked in their assisted living home. My neighbor came over to take my garbage cans down to the street for tomorrow's pick up. I finally opened the last windows in the back bedroom so I have crosswinds blowing down the hallway. Tomorrow the Home Nurse is coming by to change the dressings/wrap on my legs. I think I need to go out and get a new battery for my phone, if such is available.