Day 79

79^th day of my 79^th year. So far no stellar reviews but lots of time left. Kim died two years ago and I still feel his presence although not as often. Della tells me when he is here by alerting and jumping into an empty chair. Kim was my hero with his brave way of living with his disabilities without blaming or complaining. Today I will pull another pile of weeds, walk, and do museum duty. I want more.