February 20, 2015
Day 46
Celebrating a fiftieth birthday with friends over dinner while listening to great jazz was a winning combination. My son Chris and his friend Brendan were the musicians. Now, I sit on the couch in front of the coal stove. My scarf is high up on my face as I sit and type. I am also nodding off to sleep. My sentences just might become incoherent if I do not make the trek to bed. I can not tell you how many times I have wandered off to sleep since that last sentence.
So, goodnight.
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