Wintering!

Well, it was a good Thanksgiving, in case you're wondering. I am unable to eat most traditional Thanksgiving food, but my carefully metered portion of spinach was as delicious as I can hope for in my remaining days. I am aware that spinach is not a traditional Thanksgiving food, but it's as close as I'll ever see.

I spent the past week driving the 150 miles down to the Texas coast. I counted 47 stops for medications, food, going to the bathroom, going to the bathroom a few minutes later, and no fewer than 3 overnight stays in RV parks. I'm sure it seems odd that a person that is unable to compare the number of items in my grocery cart to the number of items necessary to qualify for the express lane at the grocery store is able to so precisely recount a comparatively large number like 47. I assure you it's not odd at all. You see, what you've got to understand is