I still feel weak, and my throat is still sore. If I'm not feeling drastically better by tomorrow morning, I doubt I'll make it to the garden club's trip to Swarthmore. Mom says it's natural to feel low on energy when you're sick. Hopefully the antibiotics will help.
I said hi to A.W.
A few hours later: I made it to an appointment. I was very short of breath for a while, even after using my inhaler. I made a couple of big circles around town to get to the gas station and get gasoline. I stopped at the food court at the mall to get a very late lunch. L.B. met me there to get an early dinner.
We went to the library to study. J., who is deaf and works at the circulation desk at the library, saw that I was returning overdue sign language books. I wanted to get them out again, but someone else had one of them on hold. J. asked me if I wanted to put a hold on it for after that person got it. I said I'd find it again sometime, that there was only one more class. J. asked me where I was learning sign language. Through the night school, I said, at a local high school. "Who's your teacher?" J. asked.
"B.C.," I said.
"Oh, she's a good friend of mine," J. said. "Tell her J. from the library says hi."
A. and I made plans to chat on Sunday.