I was a bit shocked when I went to get the papers. It is far colder than I expected, 37˚, and I gasped when I got outside. The day is sunny for a change so I was duped by good old Mother Nature in thinking warmth. I’m glad I’m in my warm house though it almost wasn’t warm. It has been a weird morning. I slept late and missed my 11 o’clock call to my sister. We did connect a little later. She has snow. My thermostat was stuck on some unknown number. I took off the cover and noticed batteries. I didn’t even know it had batteries. I found a couple of new ones and replaced the old. My house is getting warmer.

Yesterday I ate my piece of chocolate cake. I also ate a Payday. It was a salty-sweet test with no real results. I liked both of them equally though the Payday was an unexpected surprise. I can’t remember the last time I had one. The salted peanuts were the first bite. The caramel was next. Every bite was delicious. I finished it, but I had one more for later. My new mantra is treat yourself well.

I am suffering the loss of baseball. It is a sport I enjoy watching and the sport I know the most about, rules and plays and such. Right now I am watching ES2, the Brat Eating Contest from 2006, a new sport for me.

I remember getting the measles when I was a kid and having to lie in bed in a dark room, no lights, shades down. It was torture. I couldn’t read. I couldn’t watch television. My mother knew about measles and eyes. She was part of the mothers’ medical network. This time she was right, unlike the don’t go going swimming after eating or you’ll die of cramps rule.

My daffodils have flowered in the front garden. They are so bright, so yellow. I have different colored tulips from the florist. I ordered them with the groceries. Food for the body. Flowers for the senses.