And yet, I smile because I DO get the YES network, and the Yankees won a squeaker against Toronto, 5-4. Even better (yes, stop the presses - this actually happened), my eldest graced me with his presence this past Friday/Saturday and even helped me to unpack my kitchen. Not only did I recognize him, but I made fun of all his gray hair. It's good to be a mother again.
Got a prezzie in my email - the following piccie taken today:
Still looking for my computer speakers, and my broken in sneakers. Getting dive bombed at the desk by my fuzzy Juliet kitty, and displaced on my bed by more than 16 pounds of Ringo kitty.