Not so much. Woke up with the bug Richard’s had the past week: sore throat, bit of a fever, cold-ish.
The phone rang a few minutes ago. Richard’s widowed dad is coming to stay at his sister’s/the aunt’s up in the nearby Santa Cruz mountains for a goodly visit with the northern California contingent of the family. We knew there was a plan in the works; tomorrow?
It will be so good to see him. I just want badly for Dad to stay healthy, is all.
Let’s get that good night’s sleep.