What am I thinking today? That it’s wonderful to be alive. That there’s a hint of green fuz on some of the trees in the back yard. The grass is brilliant, if you can overlook the scruffy brownish patches. On Good Friday, I don’t eat any meat – a concession to my convent school upbringing and decades of fish on Fridays. It wasn’t a hardship. Boiled eggs with butter and toast with homemade freezer raspberry/ginger /mint jam)) for breakfast. Broccoli and cheddar cheese soup with homemade baking powder flax biscuits for lunch. Mussels in wine sauce with crusty whole grain garlic bread for supper. Then a brisk walk around the block. Except that I’m faster than I used to be and it only took…

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