The crystal clear nights of winter star-gazing fill me with an amazing sense of awe, wonder & humility. This recent warm spell is particulary delightful & the other night, I comfortably pondered the night sky in but a knee-length robe. What a treat !!!
Last night as my husband & son shared their evening ritual of tickles & verbal jabs, my son's wit had me in stitches. He laughingly declared to his dad, "I'll bet you remember being shot in the 1700's!" . The winning comment, which doubled me over with belly laughs was this: " Dad is so old he remembers when Latin was new"..... wherever does he get this stuff ?!!!?!
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