Today, a chilly and gray one, we worked out before breakfast at the Y, as we almost always do, but it wasn't the best workout for me. I was puffing and huffing almost from the start, and was wheezing on the way home and for an hour or so after. I had a fine morning and afternoon of writing, however -- no wheezing when it came to setting down some fairly good sentences. I wrote a paragraph, and also sent out two queries for my novel. I spend a few hours in the afternoon consolidating my meditative (spiritual) writings into a single Word document, so that I can eventually start marketing it as a manuscript. Delycia worked in her gardens for a while, hung some of our home-made gourd birdhouses, set up a new trellis for vines, wrote a good letter to her sister Jean, and did a lot of reading in the afternoon. Dinner (by me) was leftover pork roast, with carrots and buttered spinach. 

Thomas Cromwell
in "Wolf Hall"

(We watched the first installment of "Wolf Hall", on Henry VIII from the BBC, over dinner.)