My head was surprisingly clear, although the sun’s heat soon sucked me in. As usual, between my husband and myself, we mapped out the day ahead. For me, this included a long lunch with an old friend I hadn’t had a “one on one” with for years. For my husband, it was some rather mundane errands, back and forth.
For both of us, it was several futile phone calls to try to find someone who could do an MRI on me, any time soon. It can’t be that difficult, can it? Apparently, it can.
I am reading a book my sister left for me to read after she went back to the UK. It has the scent of the beach and the pages are wrinkled from getting damp and drying out again. It is called “The Fury” (by Alex Michaelides) and it’s a mystery set on a small Greek island. I do love mysteries; I remember binge-reading Agatha Christie as a teenager. I don’t recall ever managing to identify the murderer. This one has some odd twists and turns. It’s going to be a tricky one. I do love when there is a group of characters all confined in quite a small space. One of them is the perpetrator!
Slowly, I am catching up with myself. Our “to do” list is getting longer, and in a few weeks we will be flying off. But we are working our way through it all.
I always loved that Japanese expression: “Ganbatte ne!” In other words, keep going… That’s what we are doing. What else can we do?