Listening to my poem be read on the Schooner channel

My Friday morning began at 7:00 a.m. by drinking my hot cocoa while watching the news. At 7:15 I then made my bed before fixing myself a bowl of cereal and a piece of toast. At 8:00 I then had brushed my teeth and shaved before starting in with my stretches that have been helping me every morning since having my last stroke. At 8:28 I then washed my dishes. Once my kitchen was picked up, at 8:30 I then had began to do my back stretches. At 8:40 my neighbor Brice had called to wish me a belated birthday. At 8:55 I then took a shower so as to get ready for the rest of my day. At 9:15 I then put in my eye and nose drops before taking in two puffs of air. I then sat down to write another poem. At 9:30 I had started a wash. I then continued to work on my poem. At 10:10 my mother had called. We talked for twenty minutes, I then did a word search. At 11:15 John Rice, the head boss at Schooner Estates was talking on the Schooner channel and he had read my poem that I wrote on covid-19. At 11:40 I then ate my lunch. At 12:20 Sue and Marylin had come into my apartment to help me look for my brick, so that I could charge my eye pad. At 1:00 I spoke to a friend on the phone who had called. We talked for thirty minutes, I then went to get my laundry so as to fold and put away. At 2:00 I then lied down to res. I had slept until 4:00 before waking. I then worked on a word search before receiving a call from Ruth a resident here at Schooner complimenting me on the poem I wrote. At 4:24 I then continued to do my word search. At 4:34 Lisa had dropped off a. bag with my birthday gift from my sister. I then continued to do my word search. At 5:00 I then had a cup of soup. At 5:15, I then washed my dishes. At 5:30 I then took a shower. At 5:40 I then face timed my sister but could not get through. At 5:45 I then brought up my blog. As I was typing my sister had face timed me at 6:16. While on face time with her I had opened my birthday gift from her. After doing so, I then finished typing my bog.