A record, in A small but passable life.

Yesterdays high temperature was a record setting 82 degrees. I didn’t go out. The wind was blowing. I’m not really a fan of wind, no matter how warm. I’ve spent too many years in the Llano Estacado to be a fan of windy days. I remained inside lying around and listening to NPR.

And right now at 11:38am it looks like a good day to lie poolside. Nary a breath of wind and kind of cloudy. I’ll try it here in a bit after lunch.

Mom still has the cough. Not getting any better or worse. Nothing to do but wait.

Daughter called last night. We had a good long conversation. She’s doing well.

I’m still reading the biography. I’m not even halfway through it. I will persevere.

I’m trying to figure out how to get out of going to a Superbowl party. The simplest way would be to just disappear beforehand. But Mom will need a ride to attend. And I’m the driver. Gah.

So yeah, I think it is time for lunch and then some time poolside.