The world is coming back and straightening up.  The doctor says I can keep my gallstones, Trump has been convicted, I cut back a substantial bunch of weeds today and the AC is doing its job.

When we first moved to Ohio in 1965, we had no air conditioning and I vividly remember sitting in the living room in front of the fan, immobilized by the stifling, humid heat.  No knitting, no reading just sitting and waiting for the next meal to be prepared, next load of laundry, next household problem.

Life has improved remarkably and I’m grateful.