WEEK 80

Around the blog in 80 weeks. Huh. That's about as clever as it gets. It's been a fair week financially, lots of needing to wait and be patient, not my strong suit. Monday was the third anniversary of my father's death. Wednesday was Samhain, the day the Celts believed the veil between life and death was at its thinnest.

When Mom was at Aunt Irene's she said the phone rang in the middle of the night but nothing showed up on the caller ID. She thought it was Grandma's spirit trying to call. The same thing happened to me Wednesday morning. Then I dialed Star 69 and found it was probably a delivery guy trying to get into the building.