The Lou Gehrig story is playing on the television, and I'm relieved that I got a text that suggests a relative's health issue may not be as difficult as the morning had caused me to fear. The experience actually caused me to send a text, which I almost never do. Texts make sense, although they violate my rule that 12 words usually do the duty of 1.
Tomorrow, I attend a hearing, and then head back north. I do not know if I will have time to look for any of those cool sub-tropical birds that hover up from Mexico, lovely beyond words. I read about rental cabins in Vera Cruz state today, and daydreamed about a jungle winter.