Eileen worked in the garden. When she returned we took a shower together. Very pleasant. After chatting with her I discovered I had my weeks confused and I DONT have meetings tomorrow. I put some Couperin on the record player. I do love Couperin. Before that I played Couperin on the piano. And there’s something clear about listening to old records.

Playing keyboard is so different than mental health people seem to visualize as helpful, emphasis on enjoyment. Eileen is roasting veggies from her garden. Smells great.

Eileen walked down to her rented garden in sweltering heat and weeded yesterday before lunch. The last two days I have laid out some lunch for us. I think that helps Eileen. She has made a fuss over being served. I will try to make a habit of preparing lunch

I have been getting up and doing half my exercises before Eileen gets up.

My daily NYT begins delivery tomorrow or the next day. That will certainly brighten things up if I can get that going.

I have my last meeting with my speech therapist today. I think that’s the last of my meetings with therapists. It is amazing that my health care provides for meetings with these people. They have been more helpful than not. The worse part is sitting and waiting for them when they are late. But they have been helpful and taught me things.