This morning the Globe was Filled with the most interesting articles so it took me a couple of hours to finish reading. I learned rats have become suburbanites. They are appearing in towns outside of Boston. My first and only encounter with a rat was in Boston. I was waiting to work a water station for the marathon. Because I was early, I was having coffee in a well known bakery/coffee shop. I was the only one there. A big rat sauntered across the floor by my table. Luckily it kept going I have no idea where. I yelled at the guy behind the counter. He saw the rat but seemed unconcerned. He offered me free coffee all day.

The weather has been cold but at least we have sun so the day is pretty. I have some errands later so I’m be out enjoying that sun.

Life has been quiet for me the last few weeks. I haven’t been anywhere, and I haven’t spent time with anybody. I talk to Henry, but I think I’m glad he doesn’t answer. I suspect he’d be a bit annoying and a little pushy.

When I was a kid, the house was always filled with us. We shared bedrooms, two of us in each one and my parents in the third. The kitchen table didn’t hold all six of us at once, but that worked out okay though as my father was never home early enough from work for dinner, and my mother always stood and ate at the counter. Our living room had a couch and a Comfy Chair. If we all watched TV at once, my father always took the chair. In my mind’s eye I can also see him sitting there reading the paper. That was about it for rooms except we also had a cellar. It was where we played mostly on rainy or freezing days. I used to pretend to ride a horse while I was sitting on the end of the stairway bannister. I also used to go down there to read and to be myself.

I live by myself and have since I bought this house. I could do a Mad Hatter and move from room to room, but I tend to spend most of my time in the den. I get the comfy chair.