Turning the Corner

Look who wanted to go out to dinner today. Yes, he chose going to the local grocery store a mile down the road, our little Giant Eagle. And he decided it was dinner time at 2:30 pm. When we came home, he took a nap. He just woke up and looked at the cable box. “4:56?!” he said. “What time did you think it would be?” I asked. “2:00 pm,” he said. So logic is not always prevailing. But Mark, my Mark, is a little bit more here than he was yesterday, and a little bit more here than the day before that.

For weeks, I’ve felt like I’m sliding across ice, looking for anything to grab hold of.

I think I found it.