Sunday, April 20, 2025

     I remind myself this morning, today is Easter Sunday.  Used to mean a lot to me but now it is just another foggy morning with dishes to wash and laundry to fold. I am not sure what happened to Easter, maybe, lost in the epidemic and now the trump troubles. My street is quiet and calm. I am not sure about the rest of the town.

     A friend spends the night in the quest room. My house is quiet this morning. Heater is blowing. Still a cold morning.

     I plan to watch PITT on Max but each evening I choose something else. Maybe I am not ready to be in a busy emergency room again, even if it is only on a screen. Last night I watch another episode of NORTHERN EXPOSURE.

     I am reading the latest John Sandford mystery story, LETHAL PREY.  The truth is I am tired of his stories but still when a new one comes out, I reserve it at the library. I do have another stack of books waiting.