Creaky

It was in the low fifties when Lukas went for his Monday appointment. The abode had chilled overnight to about 68 which is actually a bit warmer than my poorly insulated walls, single pained windows and wonky doors usually get. I realize that that is quite mild and even balmy to those of you in more northern climes but when you awaken to see your elderly cat wobbling on his pins due to arthritis, and you find yourself in some stiffness and pain. it is time to find a space heater and your heating pads.

He who was returned promptly and wisely went off for some beauty rest is now eating an early supper.  I have had hot cereal, banana and milk and homemade lentil vegetable soup today. As this is second night for Chanukah, when friends and family traditionally enjoy a festive meal, my leftovers, though warming, leave me thinking of times past when I would gladly bring a dish and a hostess gift to share with friends around the table. This year, those friends have two of three sons in another state and plan a dinner for themselves and another couple. I have left good wishes and thanks for the gift of a book left on the doorstep yesterday. Watching a beautiful sunset from my front window and enjoying the glow of my lighted menorah are simple, restorative pleasures in this season.