Mona took me to Kroger to get my prescription, and while I was there, I asked for different lids for the pill vials. Presto!
Then she stayed and we talked and now I’m horribly homesick.
All the Christmas cards are in the mail. One of the cards I got yesterday was from a couple in Henderson, and there was a short note in it about the aches and pains of the man of the house. OK, but I’m not related, so why me?
But folks do that, don’t they? I probably won’t see them again, so it’s ok.
Maybe it’s all they have to talk about!