Unlike some of you, I was able to make good use of some of my newfound free time. I painted my toenails for, I think, the first time. What an improvement to my really ugly nails! I keep looking down at my bare feet. What fun it was going to work this morning knowing they were hiding within my work boots, sloshing through the almost-Spring snow.
And I downloaded, for free from NPR, Leonard Cohen's first US concert in 15 years. I am listening now. The NPR reviewer wrote that his voice sounds as good at 74 as ever. I could ask what voice, but I love to listen. I'd read his work on the quiet pages of books before I ever heard that voice. He sets down words with a master's touch, and I love to hear his voice. I'd forgotten. Especially for you young whippersnappers who don't know him, I recommend the download.
Lastly, I let my wife bury me in kisses before she flew off to New Orleans for a week's work. Good to know I'm not too old to helplessly die that little death; I don't need any pills; and I don't need to ask my doctor if I am strong enough. She called last night to complain about the heat, and today to tell me about her day shoveling SAND at a Habitat for Humanity site.
Imagine me with pretty toe nails,
S
