Watching the dance
Unusually quiet in the pool, everyone is out shopping. My breathing is more tired than usual, but my stroke is getting better: some laps feel smooth and fast. Outside it’s getting colder: -5.
I talked to Aila on the phone. She had high fever again but tried to be cheerful anyway.
Tonight I’ll watch a dance performance - a friend of mine made the music and will play it live. I’m starting to feel the night calling me again.