Ten minutes to write. Less time to read.

We left Lincoln early yesterday morning with little regret. In several hours we would be in Denver at my aunt and uncle’s basking in the warm cocoon of family. Outside of my two sons, this is all the direct family I have. And we planned to spend about forty-eight hours just being together.

My aunt is my mother’s younger sister, and she and I have always been “simpatico.” We love jewelry and cookbooks and family albums. We like the same kind of literary reads. And we like “The Closer,” that TV serial that ended last night.

Since Earl and I were on the road, I didn’t see the finale. But I knew my aunt and uncle would record it, and that is exactly what we watched after dinner. It was even more fun watching it with family.