Went to the cemetery and found Pat's niece, Donna, there. I hadn't realized that yesterday was the fifth anniversary of her mother's death. We talked for awhile, and shed some tears, but that was okay.
I somehow managed to screw up the television by attempting to program a new remote. Now there's nothing but snow on the tube. For my daily 45-minute viewing, I had to sit in the guest room, but I'm not too upset by that.
Spoke to Marge and Betty. Mary Ellen e-mailed me directions to her condo in Philly and I hope to get up there, maybe tomorrow after my Food Bank stint.