"And it came to pass…"

My memory is not what it used to be. I can think about mailing a bill when I leave the house. When I am down to the first stop light, I automatically turn left onto Hwy 11. Getting to work, I notice the bill on the seat next to me. Goodness! It’s like that.

Up on Minnesota Hill, Joe and I get up at 2:30 each morning. Making our coffee, I make my chocolate coffee. He takes his with cream. I make an English muffin with butter, peanut butter, and jelly. Sitting in my kitchen rocking chair I put on Celtic music or something peaceful which I can get on my phone. Joe has a speaker system in the kitc...