I almost slept through the whole morning. When I finally stirred, it was after eleven. I talk to my sister every Sunday at 11, but she figured rightly that I was still sleeping so she didn’t call. We did chat eventually.

My house was so cold when I woke up that outside was warmer. The dogs were stretched across the bed so I had just a corner of the covers. I could see my breath, okay a slight exaggeration here for descriptive purposes, but when I checked the temperature, the house was only 63°. Mark the day as the first time I turned on the heat this season. It is blasting now.

I have been home lately. I haven’t seen anyone. My leg hurt which didn’t help. Only the dogs heard me moan and watched me limp. I talked to people but minimized my leg. The leg conversation was getting tiresome. Today, finally, my leg is so much better. It only hurts a bit when I stand up and sit down. This is week five. The doctor did say 3 to 5 weeks.

I am not a beer drinker. I liken it to cow urine. No, I haven’t tasted cow urine so I’m guessing. I do have a beer story. When I was in training in Ghana, we got a couple of cedis, Ghanaian paper money, a day. We were housed and fed so the money was for snacks or travel or recreation. One night a bunch us met at a spot which was on the corner of the main road between our two training sites. A spot is basically a Ghanaian bar. We sat outside. There were 5 or 6 of us. We ordered beer as that was all we could afford. I would take a sip of beer then puff on my cigarette hoping to disguise the taste of the beer. We decided to play a few drinking games. We stayed drinking until we ran out of money. By then we were all a bit in our cups. We left to go back to our schools. I few of us had to walk on a path through palm trees and greenery with family compounds set among the trees. We started to sing as we walked. I don’t know why but we sang church, mass, songs. We sang all the way. I can’t imagine what the Ghanaians thought. I slept well that night.

This week I have uke practice and a lesson and one concert. On Saturday is my 60th high school reunion. It is in the afternoon. That always makes my sisters laugh.

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