Maybe I am getting old. Maybe. 90 minute yoga class and a 2 mile walk leaves me in dire need of a nap. So, I napped.
Note to Carlton: I think you would like it here at the asylum. For one thing, you would have a whole new audience for your stories and jokes. You never liked to eat “out”. I am not too sure how you would have dealt with eating in the dining rooms. I might have had to go get takeout for us every night. Which wouldn’t have been a huge hardship, since in the evenings – one waits for takeout orders in the saloon.
Anyhow, Mr C… all of us widow women are grateful to our men who made it possible for us to live in relative luxury. In fact, there is a little undercurrent of guilt around here. We know that we are very fortunate.
Croquet on the lawn, maid service, happy hour in the saloon, lagniappe soft-serve ice cream 24/7, good enough lagniappe wine with dinner… The coffee leaves much to be desired. It isn’t perfect here. But it is very good.