There's some life, yet. Managed to do a small amt. of dishes this morning. A whole day of Morgan, good as he tried to be, was very tiring. He did water the perennials, annuals, fir and redbud trees. He also played with the dogs.

We've been talking, all along, about death and dying. Young as he is, he's already been touched by it when his step/only-dad-he-know's dad died when they were up for Tksgiving. We have very frank discussions. When his mom was 8, she popped up one day with the question of a vintage fur coat I had. Wanted to know if she could have it when I died. Made me laugh at the time. Yesterday Morgan commented he hoped I wouldn't go on a holiday. When I asked him why, he said 'cause they would all be really sad on that holiday. So, we talked about being happy someone has been released from pain, etc. if appropriate and how they'd probably want you to have a good time, etc. over the years. I do love him so.