Friday, September 17, 2021

Each morning after reading the paper, I check my email. I am not sure what I am looking for but know it when I find it.  Mostly I love emails from friends who talk about their lives.  I trash dozens of emails every day.

I walked to my mail box yesterday to put in my sealed envelopes. This month’s bills are now paid.

My granddaughter showed up last night after we were all in bed.  It was only 9pm and all the lights were off.

Cold morning, heater on, wrapped in a blanket in my favorite chair.  Life is good.