Coffee….there is no life without coffee. These days, dear G staggers up the stairs with coffee for both of us plus a half slice of bread to go with my medications. While he does email and Facebook, I have a half hour to catchup with the local news. I’m a news junkie, one for all the garbage news. Nothing deep or earth shaking for me before the sun comes up.
In the middle of the car crashes and burning garages, he kisses me good bye and heads to the gym. Then it’s my turn at the computer. Facebook first. I can catch up with all my friends, read Dear Abby, and move on to “Kay’s Musings.” If I have time, I’ll read the notes on my blogs.
No matter how I feel about it, at 0645 I’m up dressed in a bathing suit I can pull up and headed off to the pool. Do I want to go. No.
Yes, I love to paint, to draw, to write, to volunteer, to quilt, but I am dogged about living as best I can right now. That means going to the pool. I’m more than dogged about the quality of my life as I near 75. All I have is today, and I am determined to do today with style.