Hi, Pat.
Not a day goes by that I don't think of you.
After a very warm day today and to some extent yesterday, it's going to be relatively cooler and colder this next week. Already, walking from the Bat Cave to the apartment was not particularly pleasant. The wind was truly picking up and it was getting very, very cold.
Now, I'm
in a comfortable chair next to the bed in the bedroom -- all I lack is a
fireplace and a golden retriever -- reading a short biography of
Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas. I can easily finish it in one
sitting but the writing is so good, I do not want to rush it. I will
stop for the night and finish it later.
I really have it quite nice -- a beautiful, cozy apartment, and in good health. One of these days I will fall off the cliff but right now -- knock on wood -- I'm doing well -- in every respect, I suppose.
Super Bowl Sunday tomorrow. I have no plans to watch it. I will check in at half-time and if the score intrigues me I may watch a bit of the game.
Now, after putting the biography of Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas aside I need to find another book before heading to bed.
We never did spend time together apart, did we?
Sitting in the same room, reading separately, just enjoying each other's company silently.
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