Trap door

(1992 July)

I think I am in pretty good health, yet mishaps. Yesterday a.m. picking up morning paper I fell and got one foot under the door (screen). Luckily MM came down stairs at cry of "Help!" and got me to my feet. I felt very dizzy getting my breakfast, but Marveline came just then and brought my oatmeal. I try to eat as wished. But I feel my good days are over.