it's later than i think

I’m busy. I’m trying to find time each day to write some of my new book.

Longhand.

I’ll send you some of it.

Soon.

Hang in there.

my mother's birth date

She was 82, widowed fewer years than I had been by that time, and no sign of stopping, except she died. Why couldn’t I do that?

That’s when I realized I still had a long way to go.

And here I am., 43 years later and no sign of stopipng.

We go on we go on.

I’m writing a little more each day, some of if perhaps worth keeping?