A couple of thoughts, observations, and goings on.

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In no particular order.

My friend called.  He has been quite ill.  His heart is bad, like mine.  On top of it, he has had the flu.  Okay, I can understand that.  I've been down and haven't had the flu.  It's all a matter of margins.  I just got the message.  My phone can be funny.  Sometimes it won't even show someone called.  Sometimes it shows, but doesn't transfer the message that I late found was supposed to have been left, and sometimes, like this time, I just got the "call" notification, and message, but a bit late.  Never mind, I'll work with this as I may.  It's good to hear he hasn't decided against being friends.  He is a complicated fellow.  Some just are.  Then again, I would guess I am considered complicated myself.

I found out that it had snowed last night.  So my eyes were not deceiving me.  The thing is, by this morning, a warm front moved through.  We received rain today and through into this evening.  Rain?  There are six(?) inches of snow out there.  Weird.  I would have thought the rain would have washed more of the snow away.  Nope.

Another friend.  I think about his situation often.  I see that, usually, he is fairly happy with things.  Sometimes life gets a bit... questionable though.  He wonders if he did things right, if he is doing all he can, if what he is doing is what he should be doing.  I have to guess his life station is more than just involved, it is overwhelming.  In his shoes a man can either attempt to maintain order and control, slowly slipping into madness, or he simply has to... just understand.  He probably has no clue that I am envious, in the better of ways, of his life.  He's not an 85%'er.  He's not a 100%'er.  Sometimes going over potential capacity is like juggling one too many items.  I see that too.  And yet, going that extra distance?  That's what makes him a man, a real one, a good one.

I know it doesn't always seem like luck.  I try to confirm, often, that his life choice and paths are much preferred to mine.  But mired in the middle of it, with the cloying demands and confusion it must seem otherwise.  I just hope he and his woman live well long enough to see the next generations begin, and then be able to understand fully.  Only one way to really see that, time and sacrifice.  Perfection?  Your all, plus, as with the widows mite, is more than many, most.

There are some people who are worth knowing.  Of those, only a very few cause me a form of envy... a proper, good, form of that mind you.  He is one of those.

I think I mentioned, that, while I did the driving, and much else, my friend who died had been of great help to me as well.  He called, if I didn't.  He had ideas of what else to do, where to go, or a new gun to shoot.  He helped me stay awake, aware, or more so.  And, you know, I did tell him.  I don't know that he believed.  He sometimes thought I was a little odd.  But when no shoe dropped, I think, in time, he realized I was just another.  He will be missed.

Depending on whether there is ice, I am hoping, eventually, sometimes this week, to get into town.  I need some things, desperately.  I sure hope it didn't ice up.  I keep hearing vehicles go by, seemingly at regular speed, so perhaps not.  If my friend is up to it, I'll get him out.  If he isn't, I'll see if he needs anything.  Tissue, flu goop, food, coffee.