August 11, 2017
It is hot here, heat pouring in from the kitchen while the pot pies bake. We will have pot pies for dinner, or a late lunch, a linner at around two o’clock. My eyes are fuzzy, or at least the screen has fuzzy spots on it. Perhaps this is the cataracts that seemed so important to one eye doctor and less so to the next one. Or was the next one merely the first one at a later time? It seems to me now that that was the case. My bare legs stick to the leather footstool of the recliner.