Poor guy. I came home from work yesterday to find him in bed groaning to welcome me. He rarely gets sick, and I feel very sorry for him. He insists on taking me out to dinner tonight. What can I say. I’ll go, and he can eat soup. That’s no fun, but he insists.
September 11, 2014
As the trees outside our windows faded into twilight, I cranked up my computer. NASA offered a wonderful way to watch yesterday’s...