there's snow of all things, and plenty of it, and the whole thing leaves me so chilled all i can do is sit here under my blanket drinking another cup of coffee. the dogs don't even want to go outside, and my little feather would rather just pee and poop in our bathroom than chill his little fanny out in the cold snow. and he does, because he's spoiled.

i went to chicago on monday to move my oldest son, who was moving from brimfield, a small town near here, to a tiny little apartment on belmont avenue. it was very exciting and i had to do it just to be there when he did it. he's actually been back from school in new mexico for about four months, and he's been working, so he has the money both to get into the place, and for a tank of gas and my lunch, throw in my other son too. there was both a sox game and a cubs game, so that made a traffic nightmare getting out of town, but even while we were there on belmont avenue it was quite busy and no place to park for any of the diners in the area. we were all going to meet in a local diner on belmont but it just wasn't possible, no place to park anywhere within two miles of wrigley.

the cubs, while we were moving, apparently had a good opening day, but it was in the rain and everyone got a little soaked. as for us we parked the van in the loading zone and didn't have that far to walk. the apartment was very small and we filled it up in a minute. i figured out why the poor kid was sorting even pieces of paper before we moved, trying to consider as little as possible to be 'necessary'. but he claims he's very happy there and happy to be in a permanent place.

i am slowly settling into a doordash routine where i work late nights. there are several reasons but the main one is that dasher always has 'dash now' at night and one can rarely get it earlier, when apparently everyone wants to work. at night i find the house addresses harder to read though i'm getting better at getting the information off the app itself which is not always right. i'm also tired at night; i still wake up early and do all my book stuff from early in the morning.

you'd think with the new month there would be victorious celebration; after all i am turning seventy this month and i should be celebrating just being alive. instead i'm kind of tired and hiding under this blanket. proud of that son, though, he launched, and he is where he wants to be.