I heard a person say it was Friday the 13th, but I didn’t give the matter any thought. Usually, what I do when I hear this is to recount the events of the day up until that point in time, and go “yup,” or “nope.”

Today I did neither. Instead, I just continued on with my day.

I do believe that if you take what goes with Friday the 13th to heart, then you will have a bad day, or at least make note of what didn’t go right, and blow it all out of proportion.

Today, really, like most days, everything went just fine. I went swimming at noon – I’m now sort of doing laps. I just need someone to show me how to put what I know, all together.

I got a few minutes of hot tub time. I got in first, but it started to get crowded, so I cut my time short. Before I entered the pool, I was moving stooped over because to stand straight hurts. I was able to further straighten out when I was in the pool.

More and more, I’m liking swimming, which is very strange. In the past I would get into a pool because I felt obligated. Now I am looking forward to it. It may be as with running that I am releasing endorphins.

I went from the pool to the post office. The outdoor package area contained a box from my sister Eleanor, which had some nice things in it, including two Alaska mugs, a book, and tee shirts. Also, a card that said something about birthdays and feisty old ladies.

I was put off by the card. El sees herself as old. And she sees me as old. I do not consider myself to be old, as she does. Right now, the only thing slowing me down is this hip problem. I do not like walking hunched over. I did call today, and I scheduled an MRI for next Monday.

The receptionist was very chatty. She may of just had her coffee. Now, as she said, I am going to have to get an injection in the hip. Wait a minute, I did not sign on for this. In fact, the powers that be should pay me because they are getting to do this.

I was by 1:00 p.m. in the hotel. It was, for the first hour-and-a-half a steady stream of visitors. I gave tours and partial tours. Franz Bakery came and got seven boxes of books. The seventh box – It was on top of the rest, so off it went. It was supposed to go someplace else next week.

I commended myself as the Franz Bakery people took off because I had the presence of mind to pack up the six boxes plus one before going swimming. I would not have had the time to do this if it had been later, and I knew this.

Now tomorrow I get my hairs cut. I will emerge from the beauty salon a new woman.

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