My parents were married on August 3, 1942. Dad died a few weeks after their 59th wedding anniversary, Mom six years later. I felt adrift for a while afterward, as if my feet didn't stay on the ground. Something about being without parents, even as an adult, is unsettling for me.
Today's workout: 30 minutes of weights in the garage, a tiny bit of weed-pulling, an afternoon of hanging out with poor sick Kat watching Season 1 of Downton Abbey and replays of Thursday's Olympic highlights.
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