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Due to my superbly competent, reliable and assured ability to make repeatedly on a multiple-times-a-day basis; of cocking-up, forget, and make arithmetic errors multiple times a day, I deleted the entire blog three-quarters of the way through the process.
Did I want to cry? Did I use foul language in self-lambasting myself? Well, not at first… 
The instant I found that I dished the notes of the day, thinking that I didn’t need them, now, and of course, now needing them… these two Whoopsiedangleplops may well have caused another stroke or heart attack. 
Self-loathing, abhorrence, aversion and hatred showed their disgust, and repeated self-cursing did not help.
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Without my notes to refer to, I sometimes left me guessing why I took only a few photos.
Reasons, news and points of interest were lost.
Of course I’m doing this Wednesday morning. Making recollections even dimmer and scarcer. Grumph!
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A food order arrived…
See how I worked that out?
Large jar of pickles, but why
did I take this snap?
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Morning views.
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Ah, I remember this… Dear Jenny, my Angel, sent me a draft of everything I need to advise the shrink about tomorrow (now today).
She had amended some things for me and was waiting for my reply to the suggested changes.
I emailed them back, accepting all her ideas; Jenny did a grand job on them and said hubby Frank would bring them up for me. This proves the value of all the help and advice Jenny & Frank give me. Bless them.
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Unbeknownst to me, the fire alarm had gone off; I can’t hear it without my hearing aids, and they are both waiting to be booked in for repair. 
Frank arrived and told me about the fire alarm, so I took these snaps above… 
Poor Frank had to walk up six flights of concrete fire escape stairs to get to me. The lifts self-disable when a fire alarm goes off. I was so appreciative of his help, but felt a smidge of guilt.
I felt genuinely heartwarmed when Frank handed me a packet of wafers and two envelopes containing the list of the four lists of things I have to take to the Psychologist meeting, from Jenny.
So kind and thoughtful; she had made two copies, one envelope for the Doctor, whatever he is, and one for me, printed in larger fonts, so I could follow as the man/woman asks about each needed piece of information. She knew, remembered the cataract and hearing aid loss situation. ❤️
Perfect, great idea, lovely, and kind idea.
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The last snap of the few taken.
About 23:00 hrs; the dailymeal..
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