My step count has been abysmal this week. Last night I tried to go out and get something, five or ten minutes of walking the lane. I don’t even keep track of my steps anymore, but every so often I will take a look. Today hasn’t been much different in that sense. I do wonder if there will again come a day where I am not making decisions based on shortness of breath levels or feelings in my torso. It sounds so ridiculous.

It’s chilly here again today, below freezing. My aunt commented it feels more like January. She and I have been talking on the phone more lately. We’ve started a routine of Friday phone calls. She calls me on her lunch break or after work when she’s finished. She talks to my grandmother twice a day, once in the morning and once at night. I don’t remember how this new tradition started, but it’s been good. She lives in Kansas.

Dad and the kids spent the morning cleaning the garage. Everyone was bundled in coats and gloves, which apparently they found themselves. I’m afraid today I haven’t been much use in tending to the laundry or comforts of others. I’ve spent much of the morning and afternoon hours working on my latest paper. This one isn’t hard, it’s just a matter of sitting down and doing it. Tonight my daughter and I have evenings plans.