Last night was bitterly cold, but Diana and I still made it out for a walk this morning. There were lots of robins flying low over the road, their red breasts standing out against the white snow. Then we went on errands. I get tired. I don't like it that I get tired, but I do. It is currently a part of being me. I may not love it, but I do accept it.
Now, onto doing some cooking for my soup supper tomorrow. Snickerdoodle blondies, here I come!

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