Woke up fresh at 7 am, trying to keep to good habits , plus more time to explore. Grandma needed maintenance for her move to St B's, so I collated some documents for her. Then it was May time. I'm glad to make time for her every time I visit. She's a constant companion and now perhaps my oldest regular friend. Meeting her feels like nothing has changed as always. In some ways neither of us have changed, though we get older every time we meet.
After a journey in a shite stinking taxi, the worst I've ever been in, struggling not to grimace... we went to a fancy Asian fusion restaurant. It's one of the very few I've been to where the fusion worked. Awesome meal, a bit pricey but would go back again. So far a great day, but that didn't last long.
Arriving back home I helped to gather information from grandma. Unfortunately she could only understand 50% of what I said, at best. The old trap resurfaced where anything but simple communication became impossible. I became frustarted but still kept trying. Eventuallly I gave up and resigned myself to failing the task.
A trip to the food court and a meal made me feel better, and I was able to sleep somewhat soundly.