Getting back into the habit of posting is going to be harder than I thought. Habits are hard to renew when you have broken them.  My life is now regimented by the assisted living schedule.  Breakfast, lunch, dinner.  You don’t eat when you are hungry.  You eat when the schedule dictates.

They have activities that give you something to do.  I am going to exercise class twice a day--I have never liked to exercise.  I’m a couch potato.  I want to read.  And read.  And read.  Which requires no motion at all.  Brushing my teeth is the most exercise I want to do.

You can only watch so much TV before you go brain dead.  It is just one murder after another.  The daily shooting highlight.

I swear I am adjusting.  It’s just so slow.  And I really don’t want to adjust to tell the truth.  I liked every thing the way it was.  But....I’m not forty, or fifty, or sixty any more.  Adjustment is not an option.  I have to do it.

I don’t like it.  But I’m trying.