Sunday...

I've had death on my mind lately, and not just because of Michael and the thunderstorms. It's because George and I are now of the age when either one of us could simply die, when one of us could wake up in the morning and find that the other had passed away peacefully in the night. That's not being morbid; it's just facing the facts.

And without any question, it would be so much better if I were to die first. George wouldn't be someone living way out in the country and not knowing how to drive...