Yesterday I drove to a town 20 miles to my south to do numerous errands, and from there, another 20 miles away to visit a friend with early stages of Alzheimer's in a home there. It's sad to see how her mental abilities have deteriorated when she used to be sharp as a tack, but she's one of my few friends who is still amongst the living, so there is that. Her late husband used to be a gardener with an incredible green thumb - they always had a huge vegetable garden and she used to can much of what they grew. Now she kind of drifts from one reality where she knows he's deceased to where she's waiting for him to come home from the hospital, probably is just too painful to remember, and I can relate to that. She always remembers me, and we are still able to reminisce about better days, so it was a nice visit, all things considered.
Driving long distances always exhausts me, and partway home I stopped to refuel my car and tentatively asked the cashier if they sold hot tea, because I didn't feel that my stomach could handle coffee. This nice lady said, "Yes we do!" and proceeded to show me where a hot water spigot and tea bags were kept around the other side of the counter. I'd expected maybe a few tetley tea bags, but there was instead a huge collection of every type of tea and herbal tea you can imagine. Tea never tasted so good! Like my ancestors, I should have been born in Ireland or England! And this morning, as most mornings, I'm again sipping tea.