MONDAY: 5:30 P.M. I was tucked up in my La-Z-Boy, crochet hook working on a new beanie, mist green and white – one of those thick ones I call chemo hats, when I noticed a sunbeam coming through the mini-blinds of the front window. It had been raining gently off and on for the past hour or two, and... Sign in to see full entry.