It’s only about 7:15, and the pool is like bathwater. I think I’ll take a dip, after I finish this blog. (It’s a hard life, but somebody has to do it.) Strangely, the sky is overcast and it looks like rain.
Mom is sleeping in. It has been so quiet and so restful here, just the two of us. We made that jaunt to the book store yesterday, and came home with an eclectic mix. I bought two of Brenda Novak’s suspense novels, and am well into one of them. Also a couple of art magazines from Somerset Studio, “The Lincolns”, a recent Wyatt Earp biography, and James Van Praagh’s new one, “Ghosts Among Us”, along with my friend Kat Martin’s “Season of Strangers”. Riches! And the lake is such a lovely place to read.
We’ve been eating fresh fish and vegetables, and I think the diet is definitely working, although the scale here at the lakehouse may be different from the one at home. (I hope not–the news is VERY good if they’re the same.) I do miss my nightly glass of wine or jigger of vodka with diet tonic water, but I can endure. Once I complete the initial phase, I can go back to that. What I miss most is breakfast.
And I’m even getting some writing done. YES!