Today is another perfect autumn day. The air is still and bright with sun. I woke up late, and that has become a habit. It used to bother me that I slept through part of the morning but not any more. What difference does it make what time I wake up? If I need to be somewhere, I set my Alexa. Other than that I’m okay to sleep late, nose under the mirror late.

Poor Henry has to listen me whine. I’m thinking I’ve become annoying. He has escaped Upstairs yet again. Actually, all of them are upstairs sleeping.

Yesterday I got dressed for the second day in a row. I actually managed to complete one errand and two appointments. I went back to the eye doctor for my yearly appointment. My eyes did sterling, no change, no new lenses. I’m still waiting for the red to go away, but it doesn’t affect my eye. It just looks ugly, but nobody sees it so I’m okay.

When I was a little kid, maybe three or four, I broke my wrist. I was proud of that cast earned through an act of courage and showed it off every chance I got. I had jumped off the fence backwards, but I didn’t stick the landing. I had used my hand to help. I got a buckle fracture.

I remember when I read Gone with the Wind. It was the summer before I had to teach it in American Literature. Who chose that Book I’ll never know. Calling it literature is a stretch. Knowing I was stuck with it, I took the book with me on the plane ride to London. I was making my usual summer European trip, complete with backpack and sleeping bag. Anyway, I read for the whole flight, and after we had landed and gotten a room, I kept reading. I finished the book. It was a great diversion for the flight, but I still didn’t want to teach Gone with the Wind, a soap opera in book form. I did love the movie.