~ the backdrop on the stage at the tiny hall in my home town ~

10:26 a.m.

It's the middle of my work-morning, so I must get back to it. All is well here, though I haven't had much inclination to write, lately. I know that even when I sit down with nothing to say, once I start, words come. But ... I guess I'm taking a bit of a break.

Last week I brought my aunt Reta back from the city after she'd flown in from Phoenix. It was a two-hour drive home and we talked non-stop all the way. It's good to have her here, not only because she's staying with Grandma so we know G is safe and well, but because she is the closest thing to Mom herself, I suppose.

I do not have intense crying jags much these days, but that night I got out of bed to have one without waking up my oblivious snoring boy.