George was back at work this morning. I had just been by mom's to get my $3 dollars and my sodas.
"What did you think of mother's pot roast?" George asked as I sipped on some very hot coffee.
"I swear your mother is the best Southern cook I have ever encountered," I replied honestly.
George just beamed with pride.
"She loves you to death," George said.
I still hadn't walked Maggie so I told George goodbye after only one cup of coffee.
"Where have you been???" Maggie seemed to say when I got home.
"It's cold girl," I told her as if she could speak. "You owe me a big favor for us walking in this."
The thing I noticed most on our walk this morning was all the birds calling and singing. It might have been cold this morning, but it didn't deter the birds. Catbirds were at every corner defending their territory.