Not bad

Not bad, could be worse.
We had a nice long conversation last night, midnight, we are both night owls, with my second cousin. (Our mothers were cousins, our grandfathers were brothers.)
We had so much to unload. She is not well, her husband is not well, I am not well. So "what else is new". We are all over eighty.
But it is so good to have someone to talk to. She was cleaning 5 kilos of strawberries while we blathered. And I think we both slept well afterwards.
Extra. Lunch.