I told her she wasn't going to drive round to her mother's this morning, but I think she'd already come to the same conclusion. I blame the wobble on the flu jab she had yesterday. She feels guilty about not going to her mother's because her parents instilled into her over the course of nearly 60 years that their well-being was her first concern in life. I've always disputed this but since I've only been doing it for twenty years I don't carry as much weight.
There's a weather system hovering over us. The forecast yesterday promised us a month's worth of rain in 24 hours.
I've been reading Don Marquis this morning. I think some of the insouciance has rubbed off. "What the h dash double l". I like Don Marquis.