I went to a viewing today. A good friend of my mother’s died after a long illness. Seeing old pictures of her brought back memories of her smile and zingy wit.

The train ride home was uneventful but seemed to take forever. I had to change twice and each time I just missed one. Not a tragedy. Just an annoyance.

When I got home I caught a glimpse of a centipede on my wall. I went into the kitchen for the Raid and then sprayed it until it died.

I turned on the TV to unwind a little. Ferris Bueller was standing on a parade float singing Twist and Shout. I love, love, love that scene! I cranked up the volume. So full of life.

A fitting way to end this day.