My daughter is having dinner with her two sons,future DiL and a special girl friend. I told my grandson that he has to have my daughter home by 11 .I can't stay up past that. I wanted the 5 of them to have alone time, but
I have been promised left overs, if there are any. Since I can't count on that, I planned dinner for myself. The weather is typical for PT. Grey, slightly rainy.I was hoping for Indian summer weather, but I think you need to have a frost first, then a warm
up. We won't get the frost part. I had a reason to search for my Venice house key and car key. They have been hidden for so long ,that I didn't remember where I put them. I am working with my Venice car
mechanic to see if I can service my mini before I get home. It hasn't been driven in almost two years. There is something unnatural about thinking in terms of two years. That is two years unaccountable
in my life. That is 730 days that I lived through, spent with my kids here in PT, but feel like a void. I built a modest life for myself here, but felt transient. This damn Covid gave me special time with
my family here, time I would not have experienced without a pandemic, but it also took me away from my special friends and life . It was good and it was bad. And It made me appreciate every day.