Time with the family for a holiday. One of the benefits of the pandemic is a new appreciation of what I took for granted.

Onward.

I need say no more.

I watched a documentary on Roy Orbison and I decided he remains my favorite rock and roll singer. His songs touched my heart. His voice had an incredible range, which, I suspect, is why people do not record his music.

I did not delete the recording.

Flew there with my family for a memorial service. Saw my former home and neighbors. Saw relatives and friends. Went to our favorite restaurants.

Good to go home.

In the middle of my work day, I am often able to meet a friend for lunch. It is a way of getting out, having a nice meal that I do not have to prepare, and spending time with someone I value.

Intimate conversations.

Books are a way of going to new places and meeting new people. There has been a lot of stress for everyone. I do read. I have also discovered Gilmore Girls.

Thanks, ReRe.

Harold got a sweater for the winter. I was not pleased. He has fur. Then he was going for physical therapy for his paw. He would be walking a treadmill underwater. I asked if he needed a bathing suit. Julie, knowing I was being facetious, said she was thinking wet suit.

I just watched the video. He was in fur.

Anticipating spending three days with family and friends. Going to Michigan to celebrate someone’s life I loved and will be with great people with lots to share and good food to eat. Going to our favorite restaurants.

A nice contrast to daily concerns.

Spoke to a widow who is not doing well. Sad, lonely.

Spoke to a woman who was given scary information from some preliminary testing and is concerned she may be terminally ill. Sad, frightened, anxious.

This was a less than ideal day.

Tried a new recipe. Zucchini, mushrooms, garlic, pepperoncini, white wine, and pasta. It was lacking flavor for me. Leftovers would be done with more pepperoncini. After I washed the dishes, I threw the recipe out.

Not worth another try.