I miss my closest male friends, all of whom I've outlived, most on Saturday mornings because that's when I'd often have an early breakfast with one of them. These affairs could last several hours, full of good talk and sharing and a lot of laughter.
My Saturday mornings are not the same since their passing.
Still worried about an encroaching illness. Being guarded, careful. Yesterday I ended up making some progress on the banjo, so the day ended better than it started.
I'll start cooking for the Super Bowl this afternoon, I think. Some prep work. Otherwise trying to have a quiet day, guarding my health.
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