The morning was a busy one for me. Alexa woke me up at the ungodly hour of 7:30 because I wanted time for coffee and the papers before my doctor’s appointment at 10 in Hyannis. It wasn’t raining, but it had rained last night, and everything was still damp. And again, no sun and lots of clouds.

The fog hadn’t burned off so the tops of the the trees were missing. The sun tried twice to break out of the clouds. Even though I was rooting for it, the sun disappeared again and hasn’t been seen since. It is much warmer than it has been but not as warm as I thought it would be.

The doctor looked at new x-rays and said my bone was knitting correctly. I just have to keep it in the splint. That was the good news. The bad news was it will take around 10 weeks to completely heal. That means I have six more weeks wearing this ugly black velcro splint. I go back to see him in four weeks.

I went to the bank this morning and the ATM didn’t work for me. I wrote a check then went to the window. A breeze took my check and it blew onto the car’s windshield behind my car. I got out and fetched it. I told the teller the ATM was on the fritz. From there I went to get my haircut. It was the longest it has been in years not due to fashion but laziness. My last stop was a reward for me for all I had done before noon. I went and got coffee and a Boston cream donut at Dunkin’ Donuts. The donut was messy but so tasty.

It’s official, spring is on its way. We have gained over an hour of sunlight, and yesterday I saw two shoots breaking through in the front garden. I actually cheered out loud.

Rolling around in my memory drawer are fragments, lines from books I’ve read. When I think of Treasure Island, “Fifteen men on the dead man’s chest. Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!” comes to mind. From a book my mother read to me when I was little, “I think I can. I think I can,” has always stayed with me. A huge favorite is still, “In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit,” but my all time favorite children’s book begins, “The Mole had been working very hard, all morning, spring-cleaning his little home.”

I have been reading in bed lately. I haven’t been tired enough to fall asleep. It does take some maneuvering to hold the book in my good hand and turn the pages with the same hand. There is a lot of putting down and picking up. I’ve been reading at least an hour. I always tell myself I’ll stop at the end of the chapter, but I seldom do. I go one chapter then on to another. When I finally turn out the light, I fall asleep right away.