Eileen worked in the garden. When she returned we took a shower together. Very pleasant. After chatting with her I discovered I had my weeks confused and I DONT have meetings tomorrow. I put some Couperin on the record player. I do love Couperin. Before that I played Couperin on the piano. And there’s something clear about listening to old records.
Playing keyboard is so different than mental health people seem to visualize as helpful, emphasis on enjoyment. Eileen is roasting veggies from her garden. Smells great.