SSay 76

Another day. Sunday without church.  May without sunshine. Dreary inside too. Rosalie is writing her grief. I’m just eating mine. I will walk around the block and maybe find weeds to move. Don’t know yet. Maybe nap and stare at TV. Oh, this is not my style. Time to have a brisk talk with myself about pursuing a healthy routine. I don’t know about writing. Nothing new to say. Nothing I’ve learned from the isolation except how much I miss my friends. I need socializing