The new day incrementally gathers speed. Although I awoke at six o’clock this morning (and religiously took a record of my blood pressure – though for reasons which now frankly escape me because the stronger blood pressure medicine lately prescribed by my family physician has apparently stabilized the numbers), I nonetheless afterwards retired once again to bed and didn’t reawaken until 9:55 am. Shameful, yes; but clearly needed. Instantly though I felt the pressure to accommodate, to clarify the tardiness for starting the day. My mind was a frantic turmoil of plans and ambitions.

My swirling conflicting motives quickly identified yesterday’s invitation from my erstwhile physician to swim at his rural estate on the McCaffrey Trail in the Village of Ashton. The weather today was ideal for a swim in the meadow. This was my avenue to recovery from my diminished introduction