Close to four pages of books this year.
 

 

All my hours between, since summer, have been won by afternoon movies that the bambi watches on this computer. Because she does not nap anymore. Hence the lack of posts. The week between Christmas and New Years--spent on couch in sunbeams, in chair in sunbeams, on bed in sunbeams. Covid still rages, worse than ever. Vaccines are coming. They are here for healthcare workers: my mom and cousin got their first round the day after Christmas. 

One Monday morning it was Tuesday.