24 Hours Later

I already miss you all. Disregard the last paragraph in yesterday's post. I love ya'll.

Later...almost bedtime.

I guess I had to see what it felt like not to have the blog. As the day advanced I found my mind picking up this thought and that bit and that photo-op that I'd like to share on the blog. By early evening, I'm in a stew and thinking, "What am I doing!!!? Here I am sitting in Kimmel Center, Yo Yo Ma is onstage making music with about 120 young cello players. Aidan is one of them and his Grandma Judy stopped doing something she loves. How dumb is that!"

Yes, I do love this communication with you. It's late now and I haven't sorted out the pictures and video. Aidan is going to send me one of Yo Yo that he took of him onstage. This will be a first test to see if the new iPhone 6S replacement for my dead iPhone 5 does any better with the lighting of the production. I'll work on it early this week.

So, this communication has a lot deeper roots in my being than I knew. Thank you, for bearing with me. The tide came back in pretty fast.

Toby reminded me that we're all mad here.