For years I relied on husbandly wisdom to replenish light
bulbs, batteries and other mundane items. I realized yesterday that I was on my own.

I stocked up on triple and double A batteries and bought
myself a 200 watt light bulb for my bedside lamp. It made
an amazing difference.

I went to the library and scooped up a basket of books just
as I usually do but I made sure there was one Southern novel
that featured murder, cheese grits and hot steamy sex. It
was even better than expected because it was full of descriptions of antiques and extravagant chocolate desserts.

I got on the phone and made all the calls that I needed to,
in order to have the appointments Ted needs made. It was
a great relief.

Saturday, I sent my daughter an antique book case that she
has wanted for years via my handyman and created a gallery
wall in that space. It delighted both of us.

The winter inertia is gone.

Garden, here I come.