I did not write again, not counting the blog entry. After I did that yesterday morning, I went to writing forums and read many poems and articles written by some of my favorites and the time flew by. Before I realized it I was past due to leave to go to tag for the Children’s Benefit League (specifically Blind Services Association). I was supposed to take over for someone else at the Wrigley Building at 2 PM. I was a few minutes late getting there and did not see anyone there collecting. I finally called the office of the association and they called the tagger who, they found out, had left. I was asked if I could go to another location, so I came back downtown and stood on State Street
I was outside from a little after 2 to 4:45, and I finally gave up. It was really cold and I hadn’t taken gloves, so I had to alternate putting one hand in my pocket to warm it up. When I finished that, my friend called me, and she picked me up. She likes to drive over to the lake-front to sort out papers in her car. She brought some leftover pizza and I ate that while she went through her papers and talked about her work. Then she drove me home.
While I was in her car, I noticed that when I talked I was hearing an echo sound in my head that came and went and she said I sounded congested. I knew It was from being out in the cold that long. When I got home, I took two allergy pills, drank chamomile tea and went to bed earlier than usual without spending time writing. I did feel better in the morning but then it was time to get ready for church.and I did not write again.
IT'S NEVER TOO LATE! 
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