Sunny Memorial Day morning. I have a crooked purple toe from
an awkward move that may limit my walking Yesterday I was very tired by the
time I was almost home. I don’t like the woozy balance that happens when I get
tired. It may be part of the brain disorder. It’s been eight months with no
repeat of the collapse. The greenhouse is thriving and I pulled a million weeds
around the edges hoping to keep them from
invading the way the raspberries are.
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