Morning seems to be the time my thoughts turn to this little blog. I wonder if Diane made this a private blog or if other people could stumble upon it and wonder who the hell this person is that is writing such nonsense.

This morning my thoughts have been drifting to the aging process. Often after taking communion to the nursing home and shut ins I begin wondering what I will be like when I am 80, 85, or even 75.  As I was leaving one lady yesterday she got up to go to the bathroom and was pooping as she walked. She was yelling to Robert, her son-in-law to get something to catch it and he was saying "oh God, oh God". That is when I scurried out the door.   In one sense it was comical, but for her it must have been humiliating. She is 80. When I am 80 will I lose control of my bodily functions and who will be there to catch  my poop?  Will you Liz and Susie?  I sure as hell know Gordon and Troy do not have the stomach for it. I suppose they could hire someone to do it.

I was going to whine a bit about how cold it is this morning, but I just looked at the temperatures in Ohio.  Our 19 degrees might sound like a heat wave compared to your -6 degrees. Brr. With your wind chill factored in you could get frost bite in a matter of minutes. I hope you two are warm today. I love you both very much.