A Blanket
OK, head cold, but not the violent chest rasping, cough wrenching kind. The almost runny nose, slightly sore throat unless it takes a turn for the worse this evening kind of cold. Couldn't go into the office, of course, on a Sunday with a head cold. It didn't require a lot of internal discussion, that decision. I spent some time with PhotoShop this morning stumbling across and correcting something to do with color adjustment that I should have stumbled across and learned many years ago. Doesn't quite make them look wonderful, but I suppose it's progress. Here in Oakland.
The sun is out, the temperature in the sixties, the low temperatures at night in the forties so you can sleep with a blanket. My mother had an Icelandic sheep wool blanket that my sister insisted I take home with me on the plane after the funeral and I didn't argue. Nice blanket. I have another one that was knitted by my Aunt Doris. Thank you mom, thank you aunt Doris. Not many people in this life will knit you a blanket.
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