Nothing Going On

Dear John,

It's been a quiet Saturday. Adrian and I did Great Vespers. We got stuck in Tone 6 like everybody does, but I don't believe we invented any new tones tonight. It was good. Tomorrow I'll direct the choir for the last time - Brian will be back for next Sunday, to everybody's great relief, I imagine. I'm glad I was available to cover for him. Heaven only knows how many times he covered for me! Everybody needs to have a backup.

Elsie said tonight that she visited you and our neighbor Kevin a few days ago - she likes the headstone. I told here that, no matter what the stone says, you're on the right. If you weren't, you'd manage to shove me out like you did on our wedding night. She loved it.

Did I tell you that I called your mother yesterday? I don't think I did - it was late when I got home last night. We had a good talk. She still says I'm being normal. Shocking, isn't it?

I have to be up early in the morning, so dog and I should get to bed. We love you! We especially miss you at bedtime. Sleep well tonight!

Joan.