I know where I have been; I just didn’t realize how things blended together, as did days. This has been a week of trips to Fort Wayne, hours spent at the LaGrange house as the new green metal roof goes on, extra time at the
nursing home because Mrs. Feller’s daughter’s been sick . . . and because I like sitting there with Kathryn and Clara . . . and one dastardly day of eight or so hours of catching up (a little bit) on housework. I just don’t like that activity and am stressing rules, i.e. You get something out; you put it away.
So, no, I’m not gone; I’m here . . . for what it is worth.