Woke up feeling pressed and stressed at 5:15, thinking I had some great thing to accomplish.
No. Unless I'm forgetting "a thing", I don't believe there is any profound, important thing I need to do.
Only mundane things. That might not be the correct word. There is more produce to process from the garden, bookwork to catch up on, and more tidying and downsizing everywhere.
A wheelbarrow full of corn is blanched and in the freezer. There's more.
Gary is making oatmeal for us both this morning. Although I am well able to cook that or almost anything, this is kind of a treat for me, a gesture that makes me feel nurtured.
The Dunster Market was lovely yesterday, though the weather was cold and damp. I loved my outing with Shelly, and saw friends young and old from near and far.
I didn't get a wide shot of all the vendors and patrons, but this family is a "mainstay" in the Valley.
At the Pet Hostel, we have a pretty small roster: Casey, Piper, Harley, Cooper, Lemmy, Buster and Frodo. Rocky was here overnight only, while his owner works as an RN. It is not a source of pride that I am getting used to saying, "No, sorry…", but I am feeling younger and robust.
So … also no chest pain, just a "heaviness" that comes and goes. No shortness of breath unless I exert myself too much (happens rarely! 
) I'll stay on the path and take tests and make changes as directed by doctor/s.
Gary is getting ready to help his mom get settled in to new digs in Winnipeg. Everyone knows he mustn't lift, but he will be moral support and a voice of reason.
Natural arch at Dunster, BC (centre left in photo) ~ Birgit Stutz photo
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