Of other news, my youngest is doing his TA in a classroom beginning last week, early 8a.m. class, darn near kills him. It's a 90 minute commute, and he's NEVER late. There are no fingernails to speak of, and dark circles around his eyes, I don't think he sleeps Monday night, worrying and then chews his nails (what's left of them) all the way to town. Oh the grown up world is so difficult and it starts so early!
I'm still reading For Your Tomorrow, it's a difficult, emotional read for me, but one I'm glad I'm sticking with. Canadian author, Canadian subject matter, Canadian thoughts. I don't come across such writing often, can't remember who recommended this book, but I'm so glad they did. If it's you? Thank You.
I also had the opportunity to listen to an author of Prisoner of Tehran. My mother was in Tehran, and often talked about it. She wasn't a prisoner, she was a refugee, and lived in those tented refugee camps, we often see on the news. Deplorable conditions, crowed, dirty and hungry. So I was anxious to hear if things had changed today. Apparently they have gotten much, much worse. All the while my mom talked she did mention that there were good people, and so did the author Marina Nemat.
I've resumed my furniture refinishing activities, modified to accommodate my elbow, but back on somewhat of a routine.
My sister Donna is at home! She's still got a very long way to recovered, but she's at least sleeping in her own bed, and eating the food she likes. She's having some therapy come in and that's a good thing. We are VERY GRATEFUL.
As I sit here writing this post, my cat is enjoying the sunshine, he's frying himself on the ceramic tile in the hot sun, and snoring very loudly. I had to stop writing to check out what that noise was.
Keep well and keep warm.