Another quiet day. Since i can't tolerate anything except Scrabble, i've been experimenting with sitting quietly and looking out the window. It passes the time. I wander in my mind. I seem to be aging quickly. I behave like a ninety-year-old.

I'll probably get the results of my blood and stool tests this week. Dreading what they're going to say.

My dog is doing well. She's happy to have me home to keep her company.

It's getting dark so early.

Hugs to all who struggle!