Book Club is changing. Tomorrow we still meet but our facilitator has quit the library. I am happy for her getting a new job. Sad for us because she was good. Also sad because Book Club was one way I had a life bigger than myself. Something I did to fill the empty nest. I had stepped out of my comfort zone and now I have an excuse to go back into my shell.
Don’t cry for me Argentina. Not even close to being bad. Other things are so much worse. And there I go. Doing it again. This is nothing y’all. Move along. Nothing to see here.