Sunday off....

 One Sunday off a month is fine with me. I don't even feel bad about not going to church--I've handled that.

I talked to my first cousin, M., a short time ago. I love her so. She was my companion as an only child. We had 12 other first cousins on my mother's side. I was the youngest until my childless aunt and uncle adopted D. M. and I decided only the three of us--M., D., and me--are still alive except maybe D., who cut himself off from the family years ago, so we don't know.

Talking with her makes me feel young again. Her little dog was in her lap and our dog, Brigit was by my side until Bern came come--then Brigit ran down to greet her.

Talking to M. is a lot like going to church--God is involved....