Yesterday I spent my last shopping day in town.  Too hard.  Too exhausting.  No longer have the energy for such a trip.  Have spoken with Francis.  He has agreed to take over the task.  He's miles younger than me.  I will go to the bank to get our money when it arrives from the U.S.  I will buy certain things that only I can pick out.  Then I will come home.  Period.  The following day Francis will go to the stores and to the market and do the monthly big shopping.  

Age claims yet another aspect of my life.  It's OK.  Glory is on the other side of this downhill slide.  I'm looking forward to that and release things without complaint.  Just one step closer to home.