It’s winter, but it certainly didn’t feel like it today.  I have a sheepskin coat that I bought a gazillion (well, over 30) years ago that needed some repair and (quite desperately) a cleaning.  I found a leather restorer on the East Side, not too far from the office, and decided to take the coat in today.  It was lovely to walk across town in the mild sunshine.  A passer-by grinned at me and said how much he loved this weather, and I agreed.  It was fun just being out.

I got to the office earlier than usual, did some chores there, and left earlier than usual.  When I got home I called my comp. sci. mentor, as planned, and we chatted for a bit (he’s in considerable pain these days) and have made a lunch date for tomorrow.

I also had a lovely phone chat with another friend.  A long time ago she commented that she didn’t think she could maintain a friendship without frequent, regular contact.  “Twice a week” was the catch phrase.  Well, we’ve been in and out of touch over the years, and today she said she’d been wrong.

One thing  I realized talking to her about this diary:  I keep feeling that most days are routine, and that it can’t possibly be very interesting to read.  But I realize that I am marking the days, and treasuring each one.  I’m glad to have your company, tacit or otherwise.

What else today?  A huge box of tropical fruit from the folks who visited us last week, including canistel, which I adore.  I was happy that it wasn’t chocolate– or citrus, because we’re still working our way through the citrus we ordered for ourselves.  Holiday cards, email messages, friendly feelings all around.  Happy Thanksgiving.