HAPPENINGS in Postcards 4

We watched CBS Sunday Morning like we usually do. Holding hands, taking our medications…silly us. I’m tucked in under the covers. He is not. Now we are both here in the computer room, dressed warmly, sending nods, hugs, and kisses through the gap in our back to back monitors. It really is a good was to start Sunday Morning.

I think there is one more present to wrap. The finished boxes now cover the top of the real camel saddles, and are creeping down the top of the white bookcase. I just got a letter from my medical folks saying I need to do my end of life stuff. I, of course, would rather wrap presents. I’ll call those folks back tomorrow. It was a rude shock to get that letter as most items listed are done already. I do need to make a new will as the old one was made when I had vastly more money. Ah, reality.

• Himself: Making bread and playing in space before going on a tour at the new Comic Con Museum. Sal at the Automotive Museum says that as the new museum is three stories tall, they are going to need a lot of docents.
• Myself: Writing here. Sewing there. Yes, I got 15 8 ½ inch plain white squares cut out yesterday. (Innards a bit precarious too.)
• Reading: I could finish John Kenneth Galbraith’s financial bio. I liked his book written from his journals when he was our Ambassador to India. This book is dryer.
• Watching (last night): Christmas baking show and a new show from the Bronx Zoo.
• Photo: In Target
• Gratitude’s: That I slept so well last night.