OK. I’m running on empty. Each small movement taxes my muscles. Even lifting a water glass. Makes me want to do little. Too tiring.

Mental energy even lower. Ordered groceries online. Think I’d been running a marathon.

Talked with Sue Bradshaw, PCP. She’s going to arrange in home p.t. and occupational therapy. Mt. Evans Hospice. She makes me feel safe. Her caring heals.

Today Marilyn and Irv are bringing lunch. Right now the thought of it wears me out. Not the best situation for greeting friends.

This is my limit for today. Manana.