changed your exercise or the drill time. I was walking today, and it isn't as easy as it once was -- the breathing isn't good enough, or the heart doesn't pump enough, and I am resigned to getting worse until I get better. As I walked I waved at a lady from my old church - and I was sure I was visible but she never acknowledged the wave or my existence. Kind of like the Sixth Sense, I am dead and don't know it yet.
But I must keep walking and I must do better about preparing for my wife's widowhood. That will be tough. I can hear her telling me that if I had only listened to her, had checked with my doctor and did exactly what they said I had to do... she will be upset, and that has never been my intent.
The special reading glasses are from my mother, for Y2K and the special day, and I was looking for something in the Yellow Pages, probably a restaurant to go out and eat at. Gosh, I was so much younger then, only eleven years and a few months ago.
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