A surprising juxtaposition of the seventeenth century with classical times.
I feel like I’m playing baseball today and I don’t know whether I’m pitching the curveballs or I’m the one standing in against a wiley pitcher. My regular caregiver is moving and unable to be with me today. The substitute that’s here seems more willing to do things his way than most. We started off about an hour later than usual, so I got to my computer and list of stuff to do after 11:00. No big deal, since it meant extra time reading this morning, but I’m really protective of my time and my routine now since at once I need more time to do things and the number of hours available to me is a lot less than I’d like.