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It seems like one thing after another keeps me away from the pool and my exercise program recently. Either I’ve somehow poked a hole in my thin skin and don’t want to risk an infection, or I suspect I have something contagious and don’t want to expose anyone else.

Today I’ve fought a headache all day and the sniffles. The headache varies from a dull pain to a throbbing. I rarely get headaches any more and usually a glass of water will take care of it—meaning it’s probably caused by some degree of dehydration.

I managed to get a few chores done in between the sessions of throbbing. I made a quick trip next door to the bazaar to buy the hat I saw yesterday. As I suspected, the hat maker was willing to reduce the price to my level in the last half hour of the last day of the sale. The crocheted multi-color hat is quite large and fits my head fairly well. Then I got a haircut and did some grocery shopping. The new hat kept my damp head warm on the way home.

Yesterday I made a major purchase at the bazaar. I’d been admiring an oil painting of a covered bridge that hung in the clubhouse. I’ve met the painter before, a sweet little lady who is ninety years old and still teaching classes. She reduced the price by $30. for this event, so I couldn’t resist adding her painting to my covered bridge collection.

I asked her if she knew where the bridge was. She said she knew at one time, but couldn’t remember. She said it is longer than any of the bridges in this area, so it’s not from around here. She has my card and said she would call and let me know if she remembers later. I hung the painting already, but I need to shorten the wire and re-hang it so the picture hook doesn’t show.

Tomorrow I need to put in an appearance at a bazaar in the mobile home park where I formerly lived, Eldorado Village. Our cleaning lady lives there now and will be selling items. She left a flier here to remind us about it.

Here’s hoping I’ll be feeling better tomorrow and can swim. I miss the exercise and especially miss the hot tub.