I guess I was spoiled by my isolation, and too long accustomed to it. I find it quite difficult to accommodate my life and habits to another person on a daily basis. But I do make the effort, too much. I am a mother first, a writer second. If there is someone in need of nurturing within nurturing distance. I’ll nurture him (Matt). Not aways gracefully. It reminds me of the long ago days when the children were little, not yet in school but free to go out and play on the street with lots of other little people their age. Can you believe it? It was a different era. Anyway, as the morning went by, the kids got hungry and either Liz or Kate knew a place they could get cookies. So I stood at the back door doling out cookies as I ranted, not very gracefully, about the work and time I had put into making those cookies (I did that in those days, baked, I mean. It seems I have NEVER STOPPED RANTIN)G.) There aren’t enough hours in anyone’s day to do everything one needs —or wants?—to do. There are fewer hours as one grows older (and older) because more of them are spent in needless activities like sleeping. l I didn’t use to cherish naps. And my computer needs one now. So do I.

To be continued…. (I think I may have a point)