I just looked at the computer clock and then out the window and it hits me . . . We are back on Slow Time. Or to make it clear to younger folks – yes, Quentin, I am thinking of you – Standard Time. Unfortunately, it is Eastern Standard Time, even though we are in the MIDWEST. I didn’t intend to capitalize that; I just did – perhaps it is the passion moving my caps lock key finger.

This week is to be “new roof week” with an Amish crew. I must remember to have them change the spotlight bulbs on the two-story driveway corners. Better write a note for the refrigerator. Or perhaps I should just put a post-it note on my forehead when I talk with the chief roofer.

It’s funny how you don’t know things about people – this roofing guy and I were talking last week and I asked if I could get back to him on an alteration in plans the next day. He said he was going to be gone, but would check later. Turns out he takes his daughter to Cancer Treatment Centers of America in Chicago for check-ups. They had told her at Fort Wayne there was nothing more they could do for her and the doctors at the CTC weren’t optimistic, but that was a year ago and she doesn’t need another scan check for three months now. So she starts this holiday season with some upbeat news.

He said, “We was close, but it brought us closer.” It seems even shingles have a story.