Breakfast with Keith, then put in white wash, and by the time I dealt with that and did this and that, it was time for lunch. Well, not quite--before that, I perused the offerings in the library--mostly "historical fiction"--UGH! As I mentioned to Keith, if it's fiction, it isn't historical. Anyway, I found a bio of Eva Marie ("Evita") Peron and took that.
Ate with Cheryl, Kathie, and Keith; it was meat loaf and pretty good, then went out to first take a walk, then sit outside the Clubhouse to read. I started the Evita bio and was absorbed. I love "Don't Cry For Me, Argentina" and the Evita show, so no wonder. Came in about 1:30 and a half hour later, went downstairs to play Bingo...
...what in the HELL is it with me? A little, white-haired old lady playing Bingo! I'm a stereotype, no question, and nobody will even take me seriously again. However, I don't really care, because I like it. Keith has asked why I don't join the Yahtzee group where he plays. Years ago, my kids and I played, but if I'm not mistaken, you have to think with Yahtzee. I don't want to think, I just want to find B-10 and win a funny money dollar.
BP last night: 108/62--"Normal"--YAY! However, this morning wasn't so good. We'll see what it is when I'm at the cardiologist's this morning.
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