February 12. Sunday Night.

Hi Journey.

I am fully refreshed today. I have honestly been meaning to get completely caught up on sleep all last week, and last night I did.

With Eddie.

No, Journey, it's not what you think. I drove over to his place around eight for movies with Mom. We watched Breakfast at Tiffany's and Sabrina . Eddie's mom sat in her love seat; Eddie and I flanked her on both sides in matching recliners. It was a good time, although I troughed down two huge bowls of the buttered microwave popcorn Eddie kept trundling in from the kitchen. His mom was in good spirits; her hip's almost 100%. She even let on she might want to go skiing again before the season was over.

Eddie and I both just laughed.

Eddie's mom is like Mattie in that they both just adore Audrey Hepburn. Mattie let on to me years ago that Casey always reminded her of Audrey. Sure, I see some resemblance, but Casey never did wear a hat with the style Audrey did.

Of course, that's not really fair, now is it, Journey? No woman in the world has ever worn a hat with that much style.

Maybe I do set the bar a bit high for my little sis.

I woke up just shy of four. Eddie's mom was curled up on the love seat, the TV was blaring white noise, and Eddie had apparently found his way back to the bedroom. Mrs. S. had cuddled up with a small afghan throughout both movies, but had kicked it down so it was all balled up around her feet. I pulled it back up over her body and tucked it under her chin.

The stars are always in sharpest focus just before dawn, Journey, especially in the wintertime. It was a cloudless night. I inhaled shallowly, testing the temperature. Not bad. It was cold enough to see my breath, but the air didn't bite my lungs. It would be perfect for an early morning run.

Plus, a good pre-run stretch would get rid of the huge kink lodged in my lower back from being all Veed-up on that recliner.

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