WEST WING in Postcards 4

I slept yesterday until noon. Dear G ranted about it until almost dinner, “Walk, walk, walk; and sit and stand all day tomorrow,” he declared.

I shouldn’t ignore him, but I do. There are other things I don’t ignore. I never say anything when he chooses the TV program every night. It’s “West Wing,” one episode after another. We are through the kidnapping episode and have lost Rob Lowe because of his argument with the show staff.

Some images from the West Wing stick forever in my mind. The great crowd of cars, busses, and flashing lights at the end of the rescue episode. The death of John Spencer, and, at the very ending of the show, Richard Schiff’s leak of a top secret shuttle. That last was so wrong and out of character.

All around, much better, today I got up at six.

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• Himself: Working with his Mining computer game.


• Myself: Here. Last night a golden meeting on ZOOM with some old friends.


• Reading: Anne Morrow Lindbergh’s last volume of edited diaries.


• Photo: Saturday Staff at the Automotive Museum.


• Gratitude’s: Feeling better.