Home, Sweet Cold and Snowy Home. . .
Jetlag still has its cruel hooks in me — at least, I feel fine except that I haven’t yet slept more than three hours at a time since Friday night. Our travel home was uneventful,…
View PostJetlag still has its cruel hooks in me — at least, I feel fine except that I haven’t yet slept more than three hours at a time since Friday night. Our travel home was uneventful,…
View PostAgain, thanks for the wonderful, encouraging, supportive comments in response to my last two posts. I intend to answer each one individually, but Pater and I are savouring our last precious days in Paris now,…
View PostThank you so very much for your spirit-lifting, heart-warming, sorrow-and-joy-validating comments on my post yesterday. Both collectively and individually, they seem to me a model of empathy as distinct from and preferable (for me, at…
View PostDid you get a chuckle out of that little story I shared yesterday? Can you imagine the equivalent in a neighbourhood near you? One man teasing another that the flowers he’s just bought might be…
View PostLast Saturday, via car, then Metro, then fast train, we headed to Naples with our son-in-law and our 2-year-old granddaughter (our daughter stayed home with a heavy cold, sore throat). Neither Pater nor I tried…
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