January 24, 2014
My son climbs the stairs and I blink against the glare from the snow outside. I am not sure, but I think I hear a voice greeting him as he reaches the top. Perhaps his girlfriend is here? She has been here all morning and I did not know? It is possible. It is a large house and I do not go to that end very often, but as I consider I realize that I did go to that end this morning; I did go into his sitting room to empty the trash and there was no one in there.