It's 4:28 on Monday and I can hear Bern down the hall talking on Facetime with our grand-daughter, Elinor.
They do this Mon/Wed/Fri.
They play with dolls, tell stories, sing songs.
I sometimes pop in for a while, but it is THEIR time and I know it.
It's also very cold.
Into the single digits tonight and cold for the next few days.
Tomorrow will be the worst, with a high in the teens.
I hate the cold--as I know you know.
I would want to go south, but this year the weather is so weird that only south Florida would work.
And I hate Florida for many reasons.
I have several doctor's appointments this week.
Not looking forward to that.
It's tough getting older--but way better than the alternative.
That's what I'm thinking about, right now....