I dreamt again 12/12/2023

In my grandmothers house. She on her deathbed but still spry.

My mother siting at the foot of her bed, her hair long and dark as in youth.

My grandmother sees me, but my mother doesn’t.

I am in the shadow of the doorway.

They are lightly argumentative over my grandmothers documents.

And then I woke and the alarm went off at 5AM

And I snoozed it once.

Got up with the second alarm, threw on my walking attire.

A long grey turtleneck, running tights, a heavy leather jacket and a fleece hood and face covering, fur lined gloves.

I got out the door and realized my sandals were still on, turned round got my sneakers on.

Walked — that old familiar loop.

Half of it I feel still dreamy and not fully awake.

I need breath through my nose more.

I make it up the hill of the drive, enter the apartment. The fit timer still rolling.

Start the kettle, get back into my PJs, stop the timer.

Instant coffee and cream. Back stoop for a smoke.

I wonder what it will be like if I can stop smoking.

I have heard tales that smoking helps kill the vid before it gets into you.

Back into bed, type this up.

Will doom scroll and try for sleep till 9.

Next exercise day — Thursday.

This month — Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday.

This month.