Blue

I've stopped, at least temporarily, even trying to pretend that I've found a good photo. If I get one at all these days I feel lucky.

I did love the deep twilight blue filling the rectangles of front door there at the end of our front hall this evening.

RS's Mom is fading away. My Dad is recovering from his chest infection but not managing his congestive heart failure very well; possibly on purpose. I think I've contracted a stomach bug and I hope it leaves soon.

The best news this week was that when K rolled her Dad's new truck driving it home from Calgary for him she and J walked away from the upside down wreck with nothing more than bruises and small scratches. And someone stopped in the storm and offered them a spot in their warm vehicle until the police arrived. For that we are truly, truly grateful.

Seatbelts work. Wear them.