Sixty Something
I've been having difficulty getting out of bed the last few weeks. It appears relocating at sixty one isn't as easy as I thought. Don't get me wrong, I love all of the incredible choices I have in this amazing city but maybe that's just it. Maybe there are too many for this old granny. Paco is still in the throws of running a company downtown and is long gone for the day before I wake up at the crack of nine with a weight on my chest that I can't really name. Some mornings I
