Outside, the weather seems to be in conflict as to the directions the early April winds want to travel. One day it's warm, the next day it's cold. I think we've had enough of the latter.
It's Tuesday, but the days of the week just seem to flow together. When you're retired, it happens. It's breakfast, our oatmeal is behind us and it's time to read the Daily Herald. I see the Cubs didn't lose, which is good. But then again, they didn't play. Maybe this year will be better, I've got a quarter on it.
"What's this?" I say in surprise. "Darlene Gillespie died."
"Who?" my wife asked as she sipped her coffee.
"She's one of the original Mouseketeers," I answered.
"Oh, I remember Darlene, along with Annette, Cubby and Bobby. How old was Darlene?"
"Only 73. She was so young. First Annette and now her. Wait, I'm reading "Today's birthdays."
Happy birthday, Darlene. Glad you're still with us. Hate to use this cliché -- "senior moment" -- but do I have a choice?