Another terrible night - I would give anything for some decent sleep - but, tis not to be!
I called the tax man - oops, lady - (sorry George, I forgot that you had kicked the bucket.) I have an appointment for Feb 15 and the lady (Karen) gave me a list of all the things that I should bring - Cor, struth - I shall need a suitcase to carry that much paper.
The doctor has given me some anti-depressant pills - not that they seem to be doing much good; I think a glass of Bailey's works just as well.
The weather has been quite pleasant - about 70f but rain is forecast for the end of the week.
Today, I am taking all of your lovely shoes to the Goodwill. I shall cry all the way - I don't want you to go - but I know that there are other people who can use them.
The picture is one that I took at Mission San Gabriel. I know that you enjoyed our trip there because it reminded you of when your Mom would take you when you were a little boy. It was a happy and a sad day trip for me - I hope you enjoy the rose.
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