Mothers Day in At the foot of the hill

It turned out to be a nice day, even though I never left the apartment.
Was having IBS problems in the morning so didn’t make it to church.
Papa cooked breakfast for me.
Nice chat with daughter in Montana on the phone.
Son texted me good wishes from airport on his way to Canada on business trip.
DIL and younger son brought ice cream and toppings in the evening. (Older son went to his former college town to tend to his interests there–I think her name is Annie! ;) )