Estate planning

It's Saturday afternoon, cold and drizzling. It's 5:15, not quite dark yet, but soon. 

January finally ended after three months or so, and it's the first day of February. The groundhog will come out of his little hole tomorrow to let us all know if we should expect an early spring or another six years of winter. Six weeks. Six months. Whatever. 

I made a will today. No, I don't have a terminal illness, nor do I plan any especially dangerous excursions. My husband is a police officer and he made me go to a Wills for Heroes event today. It was fine. I know now, not that I didn't know it before, that I would never want to be a lawyer. My volunteer attorney looked exactly like Walter White, and he was very particular about where the notary placed his seal. 

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It's 5:40 now. I'm at MLK Swim Center for the high school swimming divisional championship. It's going to be a long meet, and my son is swimming in exactly one event. But my friends are here and there aren't many other places where I'd rather be. Winter will end, eventually; and my affairs are in order, so it's all good. It's all good.