Coffee

H has been fighting a cold, and I don't want to get it! She's still in bed, so I can't practice the banjo, which is what I want to do. So I'll head out for coffee and maybe she'll be up when I return.

I need to work on the score today as well. Looks like a productive day from this end. We'll find out.

Old age is not as I imagined it, in truth, but also it's something that isn't half bad. I just had a more romantic view of it from several perspectives. I find occasional traces of the fantasy now and again but for the most part old age is full of aches, invisibility, and self-reliance.