Monday has become one of my favorite days of the week. I wake up bright and early to meet with Brian for an hour of cardio/chirping. Followed by a lovely brekky with me and my notebook on Salem St.
On my way to brekky in the midst of the rain and slushy snow, I saw a gleaming penny. I always toil with the idea of picking one up to reveal what year it wants to show me. I had to. After getting the grit off, it confessed,1996. The last and final year of my mum before the big c took her life.