SERIOUSLY

I'M CONSIDERING STAYING HOME FROM ST J.  I HAD A GOOD DAY YESTERDAY.  MY FEET HURT, MY BACK, STOMACH IS IFFY.  IF I GO I'LL WANT TO STAY AND PLAY BINGO.

I'LL THINK ABOUT IT.  GINNY GIVES ME A LITTLE ATTENTION.  I GIVE HER MILK AT LUNCH.  I DON'T KNOW.

4:22 PM-SO I WENT TO CHANGE MY BEHAVIOR.  IF I WANT A BETTER LIFE I HAVE TO BE BETTER.  I SAT NEXT TO GERDA AND HELPED HER.  I GOT HER LUNCH AND LEMONADE FOR HER, SHE USED A CANE INSTEAD OF HER WALKER.  IT WAS NICE.

AS I WAS DRIVING EL SOBRANTE I SEE A DUCKLING WALKING IN THE STREET, I PUT ON MY HAZARD LIGHTS AND GET OUT ASKING A TRICYCLE-IST AND WOMAN ABOUT THE DUCK.  IT LOOKS LIKE AN EASTER PRESENT FOR A CHILD.  I SHOO IT OUT OF THE STREET AND IT GOES UNDER A FENCE INTO A BACKYARD.  I KNOCK ON DOORS TO TELL PEOPLE SO IT DOESN'T GET EATEN BY A CAT OR GET BACK OUT IN THE STREET.

I CAME HOME AND TOOK OUT GARBAGE AND RECYCLE.  I WORE MY PINK SHOES OF 4 WITH THE ARCH SUPPORTS AND DECIDED MY FOOT PAIN IS FROM THE 3 TIMES I SPRAINED IT.