Late morning, I am alone, well rested, and with no pressing matters - at least until three o’clock, when I have to pick up Joe, Mark, and Rob at the airport and convey them to the Estero Island Beach Club.  Anne is taking Mom and Dad Woods and Mom Strehl there now.  I remain at the condominium and should be working on the two-weeks of mail - bills, 1099’s and the like - that has accumulated since I left to go to York for my father’s final days.  Looking at it all and considering my mood of peaceful relief, I decided it could wait a little longer.  I hav

Richard Feinman reportedly commented that the trouble with dying was that it is too d. boring.  It is also miserably uncomfortable.  At least modern medicine and - for now - the law allows it to be relatively painless. 

Considerable excitement, controversy, and name calling is being generated by a government decision to require religious employers who regard contraception to be sin to provide insurance coverage for contraception to their employees. 

The cost for this new life-bird was about $25 for auto fuel. 

A busy but successful day in the Sunshine State.  We awoke early.  Mom and Dad Woods said good-by to Mary Helen, then Anne and I took her to the airport for a return to New York.  Leaving her there, we stopped at the Six-Mile Cypress Preserve to walk about the swamp on boadwalks.  It was cold.  We put on jacket and gloves.