I said I was going to commit to imperfect writing but I failed:  I started setting drafts aside with the idea of editing them before posting.  Did they get posted?  No.

I lost weight, then gained some back.  I got started back at the pool, then sprained my ankle and I am currently in bed with a stomach bug.  Hopefully this will give my ankle time to heal.  No guarantees, though.  Part of the problem is that the aides sometimes pick up my leg by the side of the foot, which hurts my ankle even more.  I’ve been talking to them about it, but they have a tendency to go on autopilot.  So we’ll see.

My friend Lina (pronounced Leena) passed away last month.  It’s a blessing that her suffering is over, but I still miss her.  I look for her when I pass her room or come to the table.  I’m also srill grieving for my sister.  Mourning — totally miserable, but it’s the price we pay for having good people in our lives.

I need a title, then I can post this.  Imperfectly forward!

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