It’s the weekend and most of us are off. My roommate has been ill and awoke coughing. She’s up early. I awoke at a quarter till three this morning, got up and sat at the computer a few minutes, went to the kitchen, made a cup of coffee contemplated my world for a few minutes. Up about an hour before going back to bed. Daughter in Austin called to check on her mama. She has lost twenty pounds since Christmas. That’s about four pounds a month. I have quit losing but holding my own. Bread is my downfall. I like bread with everything and I have been eating too many sandwiches, boloney and ham. Ham is low cal; boloney is not and there’s at least a hundred and forty calories of bread with each sandwich. Son Bruce called to see if we needed anything or he could do anything for us. He’s been coming over and carrying out the trash for us and doing odd things for his mother. I was carrying out the trash when I had a heart attack. I had been having angina pains overtime I carried until finally I got so short of breath. Doctors told me to cut out the trash handling for a while. Bruce has been wanting to take over our grocery store shopping but I rebelled. That’s one of the few opportunities I have to get out of the house. That’s a chore I enjoy. I’m an old man, over seventy, and the problem with that is when you get that old nobody pays any attention to you anymore. You’re treated differently, disregarded, so to speak. I wish I was younger, could still go when and where I wanted to go. I could still go but my family would probably put out a silver alert on me. And going is a problem when your on oxygen. These portable tanks are not designed for travel although I have in the past gone out for a day. It’s like being on a leash all the time. I have had my breakfast. I have taken all my medicine, put water and drops in the eyes of my roommate. I’ve still got the breakfast dishes to do but after that I’m going to take the rest of the day off. Well, I still need to fill the bird feeder. The young cardinal couple appears to be put out with us because it has been empty so long. My roommate bought an artificial Christmas tree just before Christmas, intending to put it where a large potato vine had been, and decorate it some way with each season. She stuck it on a table on the porch up against the house until she got ready to start her project. Now a young couple of finches have built a nest in the Christmas tree and there appears to be hungry mouths in the nest to feed, so we will wait. Still need to fill the feeder. Many birds visit daily. These sort of comments soon become boring. I like to keep pounding the keys, thinking what I will write next, keeping the brain active. Does it help? I don’t know but I keep trying. So if this post is boring or silly, bear with me, I’ll try to do better next time. Have a great day.