Where there's a will... or not...
Yesterday was dark with clouds dropping snow, about 4 inches on the back rail overnight. The night, ironically, was quietly glowing with the ambient light on the snow. Today started dark... as it is, usually at 5am in the winter. I got to thinking as I was waking up about something that has been hanging about for years under the eaves of the Wood of Aging and Responsibility, now and then poking its nose out and winking at me: I have never made a will. Just lately I have been stirring this around... Sign in to see full entry.