Progression 2/100

I wanted to think, or read, but she wanted to

Talk. And talk. I stayed polite, mostly. While wanting to

Tell her to just be quiet, please, stop, I'm not

Answering, adding, encouraging, nothing but barest civil acknowledgement but no.

She needed company, I needed solitude, not a good mix.



Got soil to plant lettuce in the raised bed.

Green leaves in autumn is the hope. We shall see.

Nearly every day, visible progress. A bit more wood here.

A new doohicky there. Evidence of attention and care.

Moby more comfortable with Eleanor lately, his old weak eye obvious.