What an odd feeling- being here, in Los Altos without my friend.
It feels as if I am in a hostel, in some other part of the world, taking a vacation without Ivan. Neither pleasant, nor unpleasant, to be honest. I miss him every minute, but have had 3 days of total relaxation, such as I have never known.
Today, and everyday until we go home, I started my volunteered duty of filling the trash can with the water we use to flush the toilet.
Not difficult, agreed. The source of said water, however, is across the large kitchen, and outside on the porch, then, up 16 steps, all the while carrying a bucket of water. Return, refill, repeat. 22 times.
To say that I will be sore tomorrow is an understatement. To say that by the time we go back home I should expect to be in a tiny bit better shape than I am now, and maybe, hopefully, will have lost a bit of weight. All good things.
In fact, I am so tired at this typing I can hardly stay awake. That said
Stay happy, healthy, and safe. Wash, cover, and protect yourselves.