Tuesday, September 29, 2020

Cool clear fog this morning, the smoke has retreated. Fall weather again.

The teenager hugged me this weekend during her short visit.  I had forgotten how wonderful hugs can be.  I am mostly untouched living at home by myself. The Ordway pharmacist touched my arm when she injected me with the flu shot.

When I see the moon at night I am reminded that all is well and that I am loved. The moon has been a steady presence all my life.

Finished BECOMING DUCHESS GOLDBLATT, a clever book.