Chapter Seventeen
It was Edith. She beamed at her. “You’re so good to get exercise. I really need to get more, myself. Maybe if I had a dog instead of a cat,” she said ruefully.
“Oh, often it just helps me clear my head. Sometimes I’m not thinking about helping my heart or my blood pressure or my stress levels, or whatever else it’s supposed to be good for. Sometimes I just need a change of scenery to be able to think better.”
Edith stooped to pet Noo-noo. “That’s so smart. See, that’s what I should have been doing when all this started instead of baking cookies.”
“Well, we all know what works for us to reduce stress. You weren’t eating all the cookies, you were just baking them.”
Edith said sadly, “I made some more and they’re gone now. I did eat those.” She cheered up momentarily. “
