Back Home from Connecticut

Sis is rich in friends from different chapters of her life, and tonight, a couple of them brought a bucket of KFC grilled chicken w all the fixings, plus a pie. We sat and talked, sipped coffee and tea, remembered Don. Then I said "Directions home" to Siri--because it's still a little tricky for me to find 95 South from Sis's--and drove to Montclair in the rain. God bless Sis and keep her safe in the knowledge that she is loved and does not have to shoulder this burden alone. The rest of us have strong shoulders, too. Good night.