I don’t know why yet, but for some reason the surgeon was not able to perform the surgery on Valerie today and he had to send her home.

I don’t know what will happen next. Val’s partner texted me just to say that Val was back home now, sleeping, and they would know more later.

Apparently, I was really stressing about that surgery stuff today, until I decided to take some ashwagandha. I also went out and took a walk. (It’s 54 degrees Fahrenheit today! No longer 7 degrees. Talk about extremes…)

Anyway. It seems like I knew something was up. So when I got the text about Val, that explained it.

I’m going to do yoga now and try to relax.

Have a good evening, wherever you are in the world.

[A photo I took of Valerie, 40 years ago, in the women’s locker room at the Museum of Modern Art in NYC. Back then, she was the Pastry Chef at MoMA, and I was the Assistant Pastry Chef!! Curiously enough, we did not get into too much trouble there, although there was a bar next door to MoMA…]