It’s after 10:00 a.m. and I am still in my nightgown, in bed. That’s how I roll. I do have to get up eventually, since my “friend” (wink, wink — I have to be discreet here) is coming over to have lunch with me. It’s a bitterly cold but sunny day here in Central Illinois (a.k.a. The Center of the Universe) and my fourteen year old love of my life is home from school. A little wimpy of the school district to cancel school today (1 degree F. with a wind chill of minus 15) but it’s is nice he is here, albeit in his room with his door shut, since I only see him half the week now. He’s totally addicted to the internet, which is just another way in which he is like me in personality, and I worry about that in him, and in me. I have been letting life mostly pass me by lately while I surf the net for life’s answers. I am beginning to wonder if life would not be better served if I just did something? Anything? Bueller, Bueller? But not today, it’s just too damn cold!