Friday, March 8, 2024

     I eat my breakfast wearing my orange puffer jacket and wrapped in a blanket.  Cold morning and yet the sun is now arising in the east and the birds are chattering.  Not a cloud in the sky. Heat is on but soon I will turn it off and let the sun warm the house.

     The mail box is repaired. It only took the handyman ten minutes. Now I can get my monthly bills and daily advertisements.  Sometimes  a postcard from my east coast daughter arrives.

     Three friends come by in the morning.  We sit around in the living room for an hour and a half and never ran out of words and ideas and laughter.

     Yes I did watch Biden’s state of the union talk. He is my guy for president.  I see all these well dressed people crowded in the capital, mingling, talking, being friendly as if they are not adversaries in their work life. Democracy is working.