Walking a mile in the morning at the end of April with my winter coat on. Clients walking into my office commenting about how cold it is outside.

It is happening.

Time with the family for a holiday. One of the benefits of the pandemic is a new appreciation of what I took for granted.

Onward.

I need say no more.

I watched a documentary on Roy Orbison and I decided he remains my favorite rock and roll singer. His songs touched my heart. His voice had an incredible range, which, I suspect, is why people do not record his music.

I did not delete the recording.

Flew there with my family for a memorial service. Saw my former home and neighbors. Saw relatives and friends. Went to our favorite restaurants.

Good to go home.

In the middle of my work day, I am often able to meet a friend for lunch. It is a way of getting out, having a nice meal that I do not have to prepare, and spending time with someone I value.

Intimate conversations.

Books are a way of going to new places and meeting new people. There has been a lot of stress for everyone. I do read. I have also discovered Gilmore Girls.

Thanks, ReRe.

Harold got a sweater for the winter. I was not pleased. He has fur. Then he was going for physical therapy for his paw. He would be walking a treadmill underwater. I asked if he needed a bathing suit. Julie, knowing I was being facetious, said she was thinking wet suit.

I just watched the video. He was in fur.

Anticipating spending three days with family and friends. Going to Michigan to celebrate someone’s life I loved and will be with great people with lots to share and good food to eat. Going to our favorite restaurants.

A nice contrast to daily concerns.

Spoke to a widow who is not doing well. Sad, lonely.

Spoke to a woman who was given scary information from some preliminary testing and is concerned she may be terminally ill. Sad, frightened, anxious.

This was a less than ideal day.