Darwin is the man my mother married when both she and he were 88 years old.  That was ten years ago.  My mother passed some years later, but Darwin is still around.  In June he looks to celebrate his 98th birthday.  By most measures, he has been around for a long time.

Tonight it is very cold and snowy.  Darwin and I have seen snowy winter nights before.  I am considering the possibility that this may be our last.  Darwin is proof that you never can tell.  Sometimes life carries on just a bit longer than reasonably expected.

Life expectancy is a variable outside of individual control.  The habit of pressing on to see what comes next is difficult to break.

I recently revisited ‘The Count of Monty Christo’ by Alexander Dumas.  Within the story, the character of Edmond Dantes concludes the value of ‘waiting and hoping’ is critical.  I tend to agree.

Perhaps tonight’s snow will melt next week.  We can only wait and hope.  I’m thinking Darwin does not consider the issue significant.