Another day to be grateful for. It wasn't too eventful, and not all perfect. There was worry mixed with laughter and so much more support than I could possibly have asked for. He's like that. It's cold again, a raw kind of cold. Layers of wool and down make it so much better. No real dinner tonight, just a little raw milk cheddar, sliced pear, and cabernet. A feast in most corners of the world. Listened to this beautiful tune many times. Can you imagine just sitting in the back of a car and making that kind of music? There I go with those short Hemingway sentences again...
