I’d hoped I’d be better to see by now but still can’t write or watch much television and cannot read at all (so please excuse any spelling errors here) and I hate that! I am a bookaholic. Fortunately, my darling husband of forty-six years showed me the marvel of the talking Kindle. Now I listen to my books. The voice mispronounces words; for example, chapel becomes chapelle, but it’s less boring. I have convinced George that I cannot see well enough to cook or vacuum or load the dishwasher. He knows I can. He’s just to nice to mention it and he loves take-out. I have increased font size on my computer so will be able to get some writing done today–thank goodness. I have left Hannah and Gabe (book three: The Wedding Planners) alone in the wreckage of the tornado and need to get them out.