Beets beat blood. That’s my belief today. No blood in the stool yesterday. But beets for dinner. What an idiot I am. Christine pointed that out to me. Otherwise, it might never have occurred to me that what I ate caused the red. Well, that’s one less thing to be anxious about. I’ll focus on feeling good and getting better.

Today we have Judy’s party at 1:00 PM. She asked that we not bring anything, so we won’t. Before then, I’ll work on my packing list for Ashland and reading my new slim volume. I need the slim volume read for TheThereThere. Fiction this time. And now lovely Beth has sent us a conversation in poetry. A new slim volume! I can use that in a coming week.

Now that I’m out of the house, in the back-garden shed-office, my fingers are icing up once more. I wish I could keep them in my pockets and keyboard at the same time. A physical impossibility, I’m afraid. So, I’ll head back inside soon and get warm again.

It’s supposed to get hot again today. 96F, according to Christine. Outside at Judy’s will be toasty. She’ll like that. Christine won’t. I look forward to seeing Jude, though.