Guilt

I set up the coffee maker for tomorrow morning.  Just get up, flip it on, feed the cats, the dog, bring in the newspaper. An ordinary start to an ordinary day that I get to have while Mark does not.  I'm still here,  about to benefit from his life of hard work and he is in an urn out at Mount Tahoma.   It was another beautiful afternoon here.  I walked the dog, did some chores, sat and stared.  No, it is not an ordinary and tomorrow will not be one either.