Thursday, I took the train from Chicago to Minneapolis. All went well; I didn't have a seat to myself, but my seatmate was a former nurse who knit and had a disabled husband, which meant we had lots in common to talk about. The train got in right on time at 10:30 pm, but it turned out that there was much roadwork going on, and Lydy, who had left
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ETA/Subtext: And good to hear that you arrived home safely and that your eye continues to recover.
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