It is a lovely afternoon, closing time. I am thinking I really dont have it anymore in me to be a nun in my old age, though it would be ideal if hubby passed away. I would rather not consider this option tonight. It depresses me too much. 

Life is good but I could have gone with hubby and Billy for a night walk. I did not and now I regret it. I was in my pj already after a hot bubble bath just before he left. I ate a bowl of raw oatmeal with milk and maple syrup, an old time favourite from my teenager years. Life is so very good. Could it continue like that, uninterrupted for another 30 years? Om mani peme hung