It has been forever since I have written because, I think, I write either when I am depressed or have had a bit of the creature (single malt). I am not depressed nor drunk but maybe troubled because of events in my life that require much of me. They are as follow:

l. A friends whose husband has died.

2. A friend whose cancer has returned and

3. My daughter who would like me to write about what it was like before and when she was born.

4. age, and accepting it.

5. adjusting to Sid who is wonderful and committed to personal growth.

I will write late about all of this as it develops