Rhonda moved into her new apartment today.  Actually, she moved into my old apartment today.  The landlord has fixed it up a lot more nicely than it was (after dragging his feet for over 7 years when I asked for repairs or upgrades).  It will be quite large for her, and I hope she’s happy there.  She and my former neighbor John will be over tomorrow to move “some” (I hope all) of her stuff to the new place.  I have packed everything up that was hers in the living room, kitchen, and, today, bathroom.  I’m not going to pack the bedroom.  But as soon as her stuff gets out of here, I will be able to finish getting set up; the “extra” closet will help immeasurably.  We’re still talking in a friendly manner.

My blood pressure is so controlled I could hardly get up today.  My diastolic this morning was 63.  I suppose that’s better than 123.  I’ll let things settle out a bit, and I see the doctor or nurse on Friday for tests and such.  I walked to Walmart yesterday, and was so exhausted when I got home that I collapsed into my chair and went to bed early, then could hardly get up today.  And I see my therapist on Wednesday.  Don’t worry about me, I’m doing fine besides the exhaustion.

Hugs,
Me