Forever and Inexorably by Liz Flaherty

It's Friday morning and it was three degrees when I got up. After whining a bit about this being winter at its worst, I remembered a few blizzards from days gone by and refined my whining to It's so dang cold! and stopped.

Please don't expect me to make sense today. Joe DeRozier can make a day of memories interesting. I can make it sound like just another day. I might resent him for this, but I don't. He's too much fun to read and way too nice of a guy.

The bare branches of the trees are bea...