Phoned Megan this morning to let her know "Mommy" is still OK. My closest neighbors came to check on me. One of them went to the pharmacy for me, so I haven't been out at all today except to put water in the patio fountain. A friend telephoned to ask about me, and we'll do something together about the middle of the week.

I've decided that I'm not going to do anything any more that I "ought" to do. Only if I'm excited about something will I do. This stroke, minor though it was, has made me change my perspective on what's important. I've been a do-gooder for so many years, I've forgotten that I need to do-good for me.

Been thinking that physical therapy will start Wednesday, but when I looked at my calendar, it's Tuesday. The shoulder is actually a lot better than it was a week ago, but it's still painful at times, and the muscle spasms. That's what really hurts.

I'd sure love to have a housekeeper. The place is a mess, and it's getting to me. But I'm afraid a housekeeper would come in, take one look, throw up her hands, and leave. So, I guess it's up to me. Tch!

Catch y'all tomorrow.

Shalom