things that are not too good

We went this weekend to my mother's home town to visit with most of her side of the family - my brother and the younger of my cousins, that is, the ones with the smallest children, didn't come all the way from Boston, but everyone else was there.

( My dad is doing worse. )

So now I'm back home - back, that is, at Gentleman Caller's home - with a soccer game on the TV and about to get started writing a little paper that's due on Wednesday. Nothing to do but keep on keeping on, I mean to say. Right?