Fleeting drifts

Somehow or other we wound up with a couple of inches of snow overnight, and a sunny but cold day for the nonegenarian's ninety-first. She seems unable to believe it is true, and I do empathize when she muses that she never thought she'd live this long. It is hard when you start having that jarring sense of being older than you feel. A big chocolate cupcake will set her right. The White House tribute to Stevie Wonder went over well, too.