The New Year has arrived, with great expectations from our new president--poor guy! I wonder if he now regrets havng taken on this large and dysfunctional country. And I wonder how much longer I can hang out with the Writers program. For the next few months I will be busy filling out tax related papers and catching up with my opera stuff, which badly needs some tender loving care and writing up. My stories are rather stale, tho some of them are good, of their kind. I remain very strapped--very careful abut what I spend, but I really need so little!
Winter is hard this year in CT. it is colder than usual and snowier, making getting around to shop very difficult. I have to make sure with each errand that I take care of all that is on my list. Wish there was a toilet in the car!
I am recovering from a tummy virus rampant in the Health Care Center--which is where I picked it up on a visit to Alice Gross. The upchucking is long over but the very mild diarrhea lingers on--loud farts, lots of burping, and some colored gas emissions--altogether not very pleasant. I realized this yesterday and began to reduce intake of salads, prunes, etc. altho the movements were welcome on some level, they became a bit messay and I feared that hemorroids were emerging, a dire prospect. Today, after a day of easing off the greens, I feel a it better and there seems to be less gas.
Dan is ill now, on an antibiotic--hope it is not bronchitis! and I hope some movement on the job front begins this week.
that is it for the new year--can it only get better? Ha. Mim