On a gloriously warm and sunny day, Susan and I walked with light jackets, then I went to exercise at the clubhouse. Changed my bed and did some other wash. Talked to sister-in-law Regina and we made a date for lunch today. Got an e-mail from Mary Ellen M.; I'll be spending the weekend with her in her Philadelphia townhouse; not sure exactly what time I'll go up on Friday, as she has a closing some time early in the day. Son P. sent me a link to a musical version of Our Town, of all things. It stars, incredibly, Frank Sinatra, complete with his Hoboken, New Joisey accent, as the stage manager, and he sings some of it. Watched some and can't wait to witness the rest. This was a T.V. production and P. mentioned he didn't think it was re-run. No surprise there, I guess.
Called Betty and suggested I bring my lunch and we'd eat on her porch. Stopped at the supermarket to pick up a sandwich, bought a six-pack of Bud, and zipped down there. Greatly enjoyed our little get-together, as I always do. On the way home, I stopped at Produce Junction and bought some pretty pink tulips, then went to the cemetery and tidied up a bit. An ordinary day, but a good one.

After breakfast, went to Manahawkin to pick up my medication and a few other things. Rest of day was ordinary--so ordinary I don't recollect it very well. (I must have done something the rest of the day, but what?)
Was another beautiful day and I hope it lasts. Rehearsal last night and it ran late--didn't get home until 10:30, so not to bed until an hour or so later. Was gratified to see an article in the NYTimes to the effect that women who drink (lightly) lose more weight than those who don't. It's nice to know the glass of red wine to which I look forward every evening is good for me.