Sleep tight Lois

The street was not the same after she left suddenly. She is home tonight after months in a rehabilitation center. So good to see her front light on again. There is a sixty degree difference between the inside and the outside of the glass storm door. Maybe I'll write her a poem in the frostiness but I'll have to write it backwards so she can read it from across the street tomorrow morning. Maybe I'll just draw a big heart and write her name in it.

Mr. M loves his brown and black 10,000 stitch knitted hat. The postal service came through. It's a good day.