Remembering Our Mom and Feeling Punk

Today is the 18th anniversary of our mom's death.  Feeling sad, but remembering her with fondness as she was a stellar mother and grandmother.

We had hoped to go to Temple tonight to say a prayer for her, but we are both feeling punk.

We think it was something we ate while in St. Petersburg, or a little flu.  Not sure which.  We've been eating toast, jello, tea/hot water and ginger ale.

I went to the mailbox and picked up my box (first box since I had them hold the mail on Dec. 21st).
A taller lady was kind enough to get my box out of the postal-station box, as it was in one of the upper boxes.

It was HEAVY!!!!

I've been going through the box and now have to file or respond to what's in there.

While out, I also stopped at Publix and got ginger ale and jello (that was our exciting evening meal).