My son is in state to fight a local fire. I got to have breakfast with all my children on Sunday morning and it was wonderful. I hope he can stay through this weekend, but the life of following wild fires throughout the western United States is mercurial.
My sister’s birthday was yesterday and it hurt like hell. My sis thought her birthday was a national holiday, and over the years pretty much convinced the rest of us with her extravagant parties.
Before I drift into morbid reflection, I’m going to sign off.