Stepping in Joyce's house is like stepping back in time -- summer's spent with my grandmother on her farm. Joyce's house even smells like my late grandmother's house.
Joyce wanted me to see the fruits of their painting labor today. I would have picked a little more exciting color than off-white though. What mattered was that Joyce was happy with it.
"I'm so glad I have you," Joyce told me as I walked outside to a brisk and cold wind.
We talked briefly of her stay in the hospital all throughout Christmas and New Year's.
"I don't ever want to go back to that hospital again!" Joyce exclaimed.
"Well, hopefully you won't," I said and I meant it.
Bah! I just feel slow today mentally that writing this took a gargantuan effort. I hope it reads okay. My blog has really sucked lately. I am headed in for work.