Still have a wicked cough. My watch advised another “recovery” day. I decided to go for a nice walk. I don’t do what humans tell me to do. Why should I do what a watch tells me to do?
The Twilight Zone
Recently at the grocery store, searching for a can of tomatoes, I was attacked by Old Age. The generic version, a perfectly acceptable choice, was nestled on the bottom shelf, a mere two inches from the floor. The brand-name version, on the other hand, was perched about four feet high. It was a dollar more expensive.
The store’s strategy was clear, get me to buy the expensive version. This time, the floor was just too far away. The thought of squatting down to retrieve the cheaper can was too much. I reached for the brand-name version. It was the first time I’ve ever paid extra for a can of tomatoes simply because I wasn’t sure I could make it back up to my feet in a dignified manner.
Accomplished very little today. Washed the summer blanket and installed the spring/fall blanket on the bed. “Upgraded” the Mac to Sonoma. It’s a big yawn, so far. Which is fine. Wondering a bit about the possibility of a new iPad Mini. Not that I need one.