The geraniums in flowerpots outdoors have stopped flowering. I suspect their non-verbal message to me is, Brrr. It's too cool out here. If i can't have more light, at least give me some more heat.
I'm seeing a 95-year-old hospice client. Her hands are cold, so she has a heating pad muff to warm them up. She loves to fold clothes, hot out of the dryer. Her vision is so-so. And her mind is mostly gone. She's a sweet woman, and she keeps saying, "I want to go home."
Just like my geraniums.
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