What Day Is It?

We always travel with our daily journal -- especially this week because there are a few birthdays etc. to remember.
There was dad, staring at the journal, muttering, "Only five days left.  I don't know if I'm going to survive."
The early bird last night was awful, dad left his food untouched.  (The night before, he had a terrible roast beef.) Roz sent her wine and her clam chowder back to the kitchen.  Dad's onion soup was stone cold.
We went toodling around afterwards to the CVS and another place .... I don't remember.  It was like being back in high school, only this time, we're the popular kids! Albeit with stooped backs and a lot of groaning just trying to get out of the SUV -- Don't laugh!
Rob took dad to a breakfast place.  I spent the morning in my pyjamas -- as did Roz -- and had coffee on her porch ... We're right across the way from them.

We were supposed to go to Chatham this afternoon -- another charming historical town -- on our own ... but just as we were ready to take off for our walk, all of a sudden R &R pop over and tell us we're all going to the mall!  The weather is iffy and that's where we're going.
Spent the next 3/4s of an hour in traffic. Had lunch, then went to The Christmas Shoppe -- the most fabulours 'dollar'-ish store...then the mall.
Tonight, we're going to a band concert in a park ....

Dad is going kookoo .... we keep saying we don't want to impose on them or their time but to no avail .... honestly, it's like being 15 again.
The details we'll regale you with next shabbos....

Not a great e-mail today.  We're both running out of steam ....
-- going to lay down for a nap.
B.