Wednesday was a good day. Sheba and I walked with Cynthia and her dog, Jake, whom I adore. It was very hard to go up the hills, and so we took a short route back, and then I went into the village to shop for groceries. I came home and made a delicious curry broth, and I dumped an entire package of bean sprouts, and entire package of small frozen scallops, half a package of frozen prawns and an entire clump of cilantro into it. Yum! Both lunch and dinner were so easy to heat up in the microwave. Yum!
It was a pleasant bright day, but I think along with low energy and difficult breathing, this issue I’m dealing with also has me feeling the cold weather. Last night was clear, and so this morning it was freezing cold in the house when I got up. For the first morning ever on the island, I lit the fire before I fed the pets. I hate being cold. For the duration of Fall and through Winter, I am going to wear an undershirt under my t-shirt and hoodie, and long johns.
I had a lovely long chat with Bruce on Zoom. He was just back from Toronto and L.A. In T.O., he stayed with Beth, and in L.A. he stayed with Steve, and so we had a great time chatting about all he’d done on his trip and about our fabulous and interesting mutual friends.
In the evening, I finished re-watching two seasons of Dalgleish, an absolutely wonderful and delicious series based on the murder mysteries of P. D. James. I have read every one of them. Season three was filmed this year in Ireland. I can hardly wait for it to become available on Acorn TV. The star, Bertie Carvel, makes all my genes vibrate.
Today will be a delight. It’s clear and bright outside, I have lots of my delicious and thick soup for my meals, and I have more Richard Osman and the Thursday Murder Club to read.
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