I spent the morning with an accountant discussing income and estimated tax payments, then wrote two sizable checks in order to make sure the Tax Man is happy come April 15. Because the only certainties in life are death and taxes.

This afternoon I will board a plane to Houston and land around 11:00 p.m. My husband will pick me up, whereupon I will go visit my father-in-law (yes, at midnight), with the hope that he will still be able to recognize me in our encounter. He is fading and will soon be transferred to a hospice.

That’s all I know about anything at this point. Now, I may not post much over the days. Or I may use the blog to cope by posting various and sundry bits.