You know how it is…

when you're significant other is sick.

No sleep.  Runni[image error]ng to the pharmacy.  Making chicken soup.  Doing all the chores by yourself…and then you wake up with a scratchy throat…Ce la vie!

It's been a busy week and I've spent most of it distracted.  Pauline Baird Jones had a very poignant post about turning fifty-five and the closing of doors.  She says, and I'm quoting a portion of her post -

" But I am living with–to some extent–diminishing possibilities. Doors are closing or are already...