Friday, February 22, 2008


Yesterday I drove my husband to the airport for his trip to Florida. He and an old Air Force buddy get together either here or there once a year. His friend is now 83 and is slowing down a little, but not much. He actually fought during WWII with the Marines in Iwo Jima.

So. I am alone until next weekend. Usually I wallow in my alone time like a pig in mud. Being alone sometimes is extremely important to me. I have always been that way. My mother used to tell me that she could tell when I needed some time to myself because I would start to get grumpy. Yup, that's me.

So last night I started to feel punky and realized I could be catching his cold, which I never do. And now there is no one to complain to!

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