Facebook Post - December 16, 2017

Today I woke up early and stayed for a long while in my toasty warm bed.
Its my favorite work place where I am warm between blue flannel sheets under two colorful quilts - one faded that Jim and I slept under and a newer quilt that I am breaking in.
My old hand-made wooden farm bed from Texas is a thinking place where I ramble through memories and sort them for stories. Where I remember people who have left and I feel comforted by visiting with them. And of course I often chat with Jim before the warm spell is broken. It all works for me.
Right now I am thinking of hopping on trains and planes to re-trace trips to some interesting places that often tested my good-sense and my courage. Some of the memories have me laughing....and that feels good.