I had time with my sister today. That will give one pause. At 64, she's finally growing up. Funny how siblings maintain their birth order. It was a pleasant time. She always tries to take care of me. Now, that's a task, if nothing else. She had to make a blueberry cake out of a muffin mix. Why do family members feel like they have to feed us? In my sister's case, it's the mother in her. She worshipped our mother. I always resented the invasion of my parents. But, it was a pleasant time. We live about 100 miles apart, and she works full time as a teacher. So, we don't get much time together. So, it was pleasant to have a mother for a day.