Both walking Her Highness on the Rickie Ave. trail and vacuuming the house exhausted me. Perhaps part of the reason for my severe fatigue today is that Fred woke me up at 5:00, and so I got up. I am so tired out by everything, but tomorrow I finally see Dr. Dorsheid, my pulmonologist. I desperately hope he can identify the cause and, hopefully, treat it—or, at least, slow the progression of failure.
It was a dull day yesterday. We did a long morning walk and then I came home to live my full life as a domestic. At noon, I collapsed on the couch for a nice warm nap by the fire. All the benefits of that nap disappeared when I logged into my email. All, and I mean all, of my emails are gone. I got a notice from Shaw/Rogers saying my quota for messages had reached its limit and that emails had to be deleted. I called for technical help but gave up after being on hold for over an hour. My links to my appointments with Drs. Dorscheid and Shoja are gone. Fuck.
Someone told me to watch Emilia Pérez, but I can’t remember who. Henceforth, I shall write down who gives me film suggestions as well as their recommendation. I don’t know who to thank for the referral. It’s a brilliant film (the director) and unusual film. The benefit gala scene, oh my God! The gun choreography! I absolutely loved the film.
Someone also recommended Black Doves. I felt certain to like it because Keira Knightly, Ben Wishaw, Sarah Lancaster, but I hated it after one-and-a-half episodes. I won’t be going back, either.
Today, we walk with our friends and then Tina, the realtor, comes to visit. The afternoon will be slow and quiet.
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