It’s been awfully grey here lately. Grey with wind, sometimes grey with rain, always grey. But we are having a spot of sun. Even in the house you can feel it.
Winter should be wrapping it up soon. This year there has not been much of an effort by winter. Not that I am complaining. I am looking forward to more sun and longer days.
My brother is here visiting with his son. Henry is home from school. The cousins are outside playing touch football with the dogs. I am inside sitting in my sunny living ready to crack open a magazine. Sounds idyllic, doesn’t it? It is.
My political exile in Argentina 