Sunday, day of rest

It's the south. I believe everyday is a rest day in the south. At least here in this little community. But I do love this weather. I'm pretty sure I will enjoy this winter very much. Just need to hit the hills on foot or on bike soon! That will complete me, to steal a phrase. Today there were many phone calls to family members. Everyone is caught up now. My mother's sister has her good days and bad days, but it's certain that her situation has changed. The life that Aunt Mary and Uncle Pete once knew here in Florida has gone by. The body does what the body does, and sometimes it changes the game. The sisters are reconnecting, and that is long overdue. Good for the soul, I am assuming from afar.