Canaries again

Our weather has been so "perfect" lately, I guess the canaries think it's spring again.  It's amazing how they flit and soar.  They don't seem to bother Ween, but let one squirrel run down the fence and she's a maniac. I don't think she could catch one, and I don't know what she would do IF she caught one, but she almost goes through the sliding glass door.

Took Mock to see the new house.  He said he liked it. What could he say? It is going to be nice.  I think this is one of the "waiting" times.  It's seemingly finished up to a point, so I'm guessing they must be waiting for some sort of inspection.

Inside framing

It seems smaller than what I have now, so I don't know how much furniture I will be able to keep.  We also have the Guest Room that needs some furniture.  I think I might have to switch to a double bed instead of my queen.  We'll see.

Kitchen, living room, dining room

The extra room is about the same size, so we'll have to compromise what goes in there too.

Supposedly, when they reach this level, it's about 30 days until closing. I hope that is true.  Charles has to contact the contractor and find out. No doors on garage or doorway into house from garage.  They will have to be put on before any other inside items can be added.

Garage

(These pictures were taken BEFORE wall board was done.  I couldn't remember where I had put them.)

God has been so good to us.  I SHOULD get my income tax money soon, so that will help me to be able to get things paid.  I'm so excited to see what God is going to do next.

House, etc.

Even after spending so much time on drapes yesterday, Holly went to the material store and saw another fabric she liked better.  She is so unbelievably talented.

Please pray for Julie, my "adopted" daughter-in-law.  He sister Lisa died last night.  She was in the hospital earlier in the week with "gastritis's" supposedly.  I don't know, but I'd want an autopsy if I were her family. They are not sure why she died.

On a lighter note, Ween went out today and didn't come back from her "Potty" break.  I had to go find her and there she was-laying in the grass, just enjoying the wonderful sunshine.  She will LOVE the new yard.  I will love it too.

The weather here is so nice.  This is why I live in Florida.

House (coming along)

Having spent over 2 hours today at the house was exhausting for me.  (I just watched and asked dumb questions.)  I'm so glad Holly and Julie are in charge.  I don't know enough to ask questions, or at least intelligent ones.

Here Holly is discussing what type of drapes we need for the living/dining/kitchen area.  She was busy measuring in the model home.

The next picture is of the entrance and hallway from the inside.  Holly recommends a small table and art work at the entrance.  

We are blessed with pictures - Brett and Julie gave us 5 matted and framed "BEAUTIFUL" prints for Christmas. And, Charles' friend Nancy gave him 3 prints and we have some, so I think we're all set for wall hangings.  Holly will look at everything and "know" where each should go. (She has such a gift.)

I can't say enough good things about Holly.  She is "miraculous" and marvelous.  And, with Julie's knowledge of the Real Estate business, we are so blessed. We couldn't afford their expertise.  I'm so glad they are helping.

This picture doesn't show it, but we have a driveway and walkway into the house.  I'll try to get another front view of the house and put it in a note.

My friend Vicki is doing so well.  She just had  the surgery on her lung.  The Dr said he took a little more around the edge of the spot.  He said now she is cancer free.  He hasn't mentioned any kemo or radiation.  It is truly all due to the prayers for her. GOD IS GOOD; ALL THE TIME.

I'm having some afib with my heart.  I guess it's the excitement of moving.  God has worked out so much.  I couldn't even begin to write about all of it.  I will continue to add information throughout my blogs.  We are praising God for all of the wonderful things He's doing; even for the ones we DON'T know about.

House Focus

Ween and I visited the house today.  We're so excited. The studs are in but no walls have been started.  The shingles have been stacked on the roof and the house IS progressing, so we will see how fast they can finish.

Picture of the back of the house looks interesting too. The "three windows" are the living room, kitchen area, and the two are Charles' bedroom.  I can hardly wait for all the work to be done.  

Kelly is doing a great job of coordinating everything. I don't know what we would have done without her.  I know what I like, but I certainly don't know how to put it together.  I'm glad someone has a sense of style.

One of my "smoke alarms" is beeping and it is after 6 on a Sunday evening.  I can't get anyone to change it this late.  I DID send an email to Mock.  Hopefully he can come over tonight after work and "disconnect or change the battery. Ween is "hiding" in my closet.  It hurts her ears too.

Every day is a new adventure.  Every week a new road in my life.  It's interesting.

Living in Florida

Eighty-degree weather in  January is only one of the reasons I live in Florida. Even though it's beautiful here now, I absolutely hate leaving my apartment.  I use to be on the go almost 24/7, but not any more.   

This week has been unusually busy.  Two doctors appointments - one good and one not so much.  Dr Bourne was okay with my blood work.  Thyroid needs just a little "tweaking" for now.  Modifying meds a tiny bit will help.  Dr LeFrans' visit not so good.  Blood clotting too low - 1.7. Needs to be at least 2.  Pacemaker reading shows too much stress on my heart that is why I'm getting some Afib even with pacemaker.  The difference is that the pacemaker slows it down to normal when that happens.  I am thankful for that.

Charles left for a WDW cruise with friends; Barb is to be in Florida soon.  She just text.  Her flight has been delayed, so she's not sure when she will be here.  She is also going on a cruise - Sunday to Sunday.  I hope to see her when she comes back.  

The house is coming along.  We're to do some sort of inspection on Monday or Tuesday.  I want to write scriptures on the inside of the walls.  We did that for Metro Church when it was being rebuilt.  I like the idea and I asked Charles and Julie to help me.  

I have to pick up 2 Rx at Target, plus a few groceries and I'll be done for the week, I think. 

Just another beautiful day in paradise.

Ordinal, Cardinal or Catholic

 Animals

• Cardinal (bird) or Cardinalidae, a family of North and South American birds
• Paroaria, a South American genus of birds
• Argynnis pandora, a species of butterfly
• Cardinal tetra, a freshwater fish

[edit]Christianity

• Cardinal (Catholicism), a senior official of the Catholic Church
• Cardinal (Church of England)

[edit]Entertainment

• Cardinal (album), a 1994 album by indie pop duo, Cardinal
• The Cardinals, a 1950s R&B group
• The Cardinals (rock band), a group formed in 2003
• The Cardinal (play), a Caroline era tragedy by James Shirley
• The Cardinal (1936 film), a British historical drama
• The Cardinal, a 1963 American film
• Cardinal (film), a 2001 American film directed by Michael Harring

[edit]Geography

• Cardinal, Ontario, Canada
• Cardinal, Virginia

[edit]Navigation and transport

• Cardinal (train)
• The Cardinal (railcar)
• Cardinal mark, a sea mark used in navigation
• Cardinal direction, the four primary directions N, S, E, and W
• Cessna 177 Cardinal, a single engine aircraft
• St. Louis Cardinal C-2-110, a light aircraft built in 1928

[edit]Organizations

• Cardinal Brewery, a brewery founded in 1788 by François Piller, located in Fribourg, Switzerland
• Cardinal Health, a health care services company
• Cardinal High School (Middlefield, Ohio), a public high school in Middlefield, Ohio, Geauga County, United States

[edit]Sports

• Arizona Cardinals, an American professional football team
• Assindia Cardinals, an American football club from Essen, Germany
• Ball State Cardinals, the athletic teams of Ball State University
• Cardenales de Lara, a Venezuelan baseball team
• Catholic University Cardinals, the athletic teams of the Catholic University of America
• Lamar Cardinals, the athletic teams of Lamar University in Beaumont, Texas, USA
• Louisville Cardinals, the athletic teams of University of Louisville
• Mapúa Cardinals, the athletic teams of Mapúa Institute of Technology
• St. Louis Cardinals, an American professional baseball team
• Stanford Cardinal, the athletic teams of Stanford University
• Wesleyan Cardinals, the athletic teams of Wesleyan University
• West Perth Football Club, an Australian rules football club in Western Australia
• Woking F.C., an English association football team

[edit]Other

• Cardinal (name)
• Cardinal (color), a vivid red
• Cardinal (grape), a table grape first produced in California in 1939
• Cardinal number, a concept in mathematics

As you can see, there are so many uses of the word Cardinal. I was amazed this morning to see this vibrant, "fire engine" red, living creature on the fence outside my apartment. He was beyond BEAUTIFUL.  

He quickly caught my eye, as he would with anyone. He stretched to his highest point he could reach, and then settled back down. Beside him, for males are the most beautiful, was a drab, brownish red, smaller female. Nothing notable about her except she was with him.  Her intense stare was seemingly ignored by the "beautiful one."  He stayed for only a moment, but his presence was intense. Even Ween stared at him. As he left his make-shift perch, she followed silently.

BUSY BUSY BUSY

The holidays are usually very busy and this year is no different.  My son, Tom, and his partner, Ty, visited from California; Edward came over from St Pete, and we partied for Tom's birthday.  Jikos, Sonnys, Pei Wai, Olive Garden, and Chick-fil-et are just some of the restaurants we frequented.  I "cooked" for Christmas Day.  Actually, I got things ready and Tom finished when they came over for lunch.  Not my usually, Christmas dinner or decorations, but we were together, and that was so meaningful to me.

Tom and Ty stayed at DAK Lodge for a night; visited DAK and even rested some.  Edward stayed with me while here as he also brought Joey, his Lab/Chow.  Wiener was a brat to Joey, but he lived through it. I hate her acting so mean but she's a spoiled Princess.  What can I say. Mock says I'm to blame, and he's probably right.

Being blessed, I received some nice presents and enjoyed the company.  It was great to have everyone, but it was more than I had done in a long time, so I was physically exhausted and even got a cold some time during the visits. I wasn't able to "go" with everyone, but hopefully next year will be easier.

They have finally broken ground on the house.  It seems so long for me, but I suppose it is just my eagerness to move and have it over with.  I know it's going to be great and I like living with Charles.  I hope Ween isn't too much for him.

Mary is out of town right now, but will be back soon.  I miss her when she doesn't visit with me.  She is such an "upper" in spirit and energy.  I am so blessed to have her as a friend.

Ween is sleeping off her "doggie food" she just ate and relaxes so completely that she doesn't even know when I get off the couch.  She takes good care of "Mommy."  I am truly blessed.

ADDITIONS

The canaries have been joined by the sparrows and a phenomenally beautiful cardinal.  He flits between watching and dancing; strutting and jumping; stretching and scooting down the fence.  I haven't seen a girlfriend, but I'm sure he will attract someone soon.  He sparkles with that beautiful red coat adding to the dreary leafless bushes that have already covered the preserve behind my apartment.  I'm watching from afar yet he seems to know I'm here.  He looks directly at the patio door.  He doesn't seem scared but intensely scouts the area for "intruders?" or maybe just a place to build that nest he's anticipating.  

Do humans act this way?  Yeah, maybe.  Men strut and women hide; men know that the home building is their responsibility, but not until they have scouted the area.  Is he marriage material?  Who knows until that "ONE" will come along.  Is he ready?  Who knows; not even he is aware of when and where.

My life has been reduced to bird watching and evaluating the "outdoor critters."  Sad?  Not really.  It is relaxing and uplifting to watch the outdoors just "happen."  They are so free and unaware of any danger.  I will miss this view.

Overcast

As I look out the patio door which has become my view of the world, I see a "herd" of canaries flipping around busily building, singing, and just "doing their thing." They seem so happy and committed to their work, whatever it is. They are probably here because of the cold up north and they seem to be settling into this area.

Sometimes I would like to be as free - just to fly anywhere, anytime; no cares; no worries. I would miss my family, even with all the drama they bring.

Here it is Christmas again; a sacred time; a Holy time.  I don't need anything except my car washed and some gas, but tradition has it that presents must be exchanged and parties must go on.  No. I won't be doing that much this year. I'm not even decorating.  Physically can't; emotionally don't want to, or financially not possible so, we'll see.

Through it all, God's Son was born.  Let's celebrate.

KNOTAZOU

Disney's Animal Kingdom advertises that they are  KNOTAZOU. or Not a zoo. I sometimes feel as if I need to shout that about my life - it just seems SEEMS like a one.  I plan such good plans; follow such wonderful layouts, and it still turns out crazy.

Saw Dr Filart yesterday.  He did an EKG, x-ray, and a "sh" test.  He thinks I may have pneumonia. The EKG looked great.  My heart beat is steady and even.  No more Afib.  The x-ray and "sh" test revealed a "nearly frozen" diaphragm, which explains why I can't breathe properly.  The right side is about 2 inches higher than the left side. I don't know much about that condition but I know today is not a good day.  The nausea is still continuing and should have stopped.  I'm taking so much medication that it could also be the problem.  I'm sure that I am able to give Walgreens a run for their money matching pill to pill.  

Losing weight seems the most logical cure to all the problems.  That isn't a problem right now - everything is tasteless.  

Ween took a little "jaunt" around the apartments today.  She has this "cutesy" little act she does by leaving by the patio doors, and makes her way around the side of the building to the front door.  She thinks that is so cute.  She's much too smart.  Right now I don't feel like walking her so the only option is to allow her to go out by herself.  Against the rules here, but I haven't much choice right now.  So far, she's stayed close.  She's very nosy thought.

I haven't any idea how this "physical" body will end up but I still believe God is in control.  That comforts me.

OKAY

Days are passing and I'm feeling much better.  Have developed a "viral infection," blisters on my tongue, and still some "tummy trouble."  Incisions are healing.  I'm trying to get an appointment w/my doctor for follow up.  He is so busy.  I don't know how he has time to breathe.  The problem is that he cares for his patients.

Ween is still clingy and doesn't want me to leave her eyesight.  I have managed to redirect her attention when she wants to get on the furniture. She's almost to the point she doesn't even ask any more.  She will be so thrilled with having her own yard.  The weather is cooler and she loves being outside.

I'm getting cabin fever from being inside so long.  Ween is mostly the only "human" I talk with each day.  She looks like she's interested, especially when I'm eating something.  I wonder.  DOES SHE LOOK INTERESTED ONLY BECAUSE I AM HER FOOD SOURCE? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

I DO have a nurse that visits 3x a week.  She comes to check my vitals and blood level.  Cute little oriental lady that goes through every procedure each time and makes the same recommendations for me each time.  I just nod and say  "sure" "okay" or shake my head.  It makes her happy.

Today is another day or recouping.  I'm glad to be home.

Second Day

This is my second day home.  I haven't mastered the art of keeping my food down yet, but I'm working toward that goal.

The eval nurse was here, took off old bandages, let me take a shower, put new bandages, and checked all my vitals.  Low blood pressure, but its been low for a while.  She came to make an eval of how much help I need.  My nurse, Rose, will be here tomorrow to check my clotting level. If its good, I will not have to take shots again.  It needs to be 2-3. When it was last checked, it was 1.9 so I'm almost there.  It needs to be thin when I don't have any procedures done; thicker when there are some to be done.

Also blood count is a little low.  I have some sort of blisters in my mouth, indicating what I don't know.  I have to get an appointment tomorrow w regular dr to see what is going on now.

I should have a "PHD" in visiting drs.   If I had known I was going to live this long I would have taken better care off this body.

Some wonderful friends stayed with Ween while I was in the "big house." Heidi and David were coming to visit Orlando, and they agreed to stay here so I wouldn't have to board her.  She was so calm and low keyed when I got home.  That was good. I thought they had drugged her. (Probably just tired from all the partying.) When I came home I gave her part of a Arby's roast beef. After she ate, she put herself to bed and slept from around 3:00 to 7:30. Being so cute is hard work.( She is so spoiled.)

We're watching another ball game, OR the ME of we is -  NY v Green Bay. Ween is sleeping, of course.  So far it's been very boring.  Up the field; score. Down the infield; score. Boring!

Busy tomorrow. I'm working toward getting better. What will I ever do when I don't need to spend time visiting waiting rooms.  I should call some agency.  I could be their "scrounging around person" and check out the place.  "Board of Health?"  I guess not.

New Day

Dawn is breaking and it's another day for me.  My room is beside the helipad. It has been busy all night.  I'm sure whoever they brought in are in worse shape than me.

The surgery went well. Dr Filart corrected the heart "boo boo" and I'm breathing much better.  I can't say enough good things about this place.  Except for a slightly uptight "blood sucking vampire" named Richard, everyone has been fantastic.  No beach area, but this is a great resort.  I'm waited on hand and foot, I don't have to clean anything, and the food is not bad.

I hope to leave today.  I miss Ween and my apt.  It was a "God thing" that David and Heidi could stay there.  I'm sure my little girl aggravated them because she does me, but I really appreciated them being there.

I'm thinking a shower would be good right now. I'll ring for someone. (This won't last much longer.)

Surgery

All is well. More later.

REMEMBERING

Washing clothes leaves a lot of time between w/d time.  I have begun to think - big mistake.  
The day Tom was born - SURPRISE - C-section; he was such a perfect baby - no misshapen parts to his body, all ten fingers and toes, and so hungry.  He was the only baby in their hospital history that had GAINED weight instead of losing.  

I loved him long before I even knew his dad.  I knew I would have a son; I knew I would name him after his dad. 

He did everything early - his teeth - he had 8 by 7 months. [I told my mother that he was cutting his teeth at 2 months. She said I was crazy.]  That was probably true, but nevertheless, a tooth edge was showing.  He had a word vocabulary of 50-60 words (maybe more) by 8 months and sentences by 10 months.  Potty trained himself and was walking without help by 9 months.  We did word games and puzzles before he was a year old.  The perfect child.  MAN. This baby thing is easy. (Famous last words)  

Then there was Charles.  I threw up all 9 months and even on the operating table.  He did not cry when they took him out.  He made a little whiny noise and balled up in the fetal position.  He was cold.  He still gets cold easily.

Charles wasn't talking except for about 5 words until he was almost 2.  He didn't walk by himself until he was about 1 1/2 and was perfectly content to sit in his play pen and WATCH everything around him.  I thought he was deaf or at the very least SLOW at growing.  The next thing I knew he said, "May I have a peanut butter sandwich, please." (Where did that come from?)

His potty training, when he was 2 and talking complete sentences, spelling and knowing the alphabet, consisted of me taking him to the bathroom, pointing to the commode, asking him what it was, "Potty" he said.  I said,  "What is it for?"  He said, "To go to the bathroom."  I said, "If you pee or poop in your pants again, I will spank you."  He looked at me and said very nonchalantly, "OK." He could read at 3.

Tom's personality was not really evident until he was about 12.  He was an early bloomer.  He turned into a "teenager", enough said.  He has more of my personality than I would like, but has turned out to be such a wonderful man who is educated, talented, creative, knowledgeable. I am so proud of him.  He can never know how much I love and appreciate him.

Charles has continued his approach to life situations - nonchalantly.  He is his father's child - intelligent, creative, knowledgeable, and self assured.  He has come to mean so much to me.  We have always had a special relationship.  I love and adore him more than he will ever know.  He keeps his dad's memory alive.  He is here for me while I am going through . . . He just called.  He is at the Realtor's office finalizing the choices for things for his new house.  He asked about the tile in my two rooms.  He has asked me to live with him.  He is so kind.

Charles doesn't like me writing about him.  I'm sure Tom doesn't care, but just in case - It would probably be a good idea not to mention this particular blog to them.  Then again, I don't really care.  Ween thought it was a good idea.

COUNTDOWN

Testing starts on Monday.  Depending on the numbers on my PTINR (Blood clotting factor) it will determine whether I have to take shots before the surgery.  Taking Coumodin affects the thinness of my blood and if it will clot properly.  So many things have to be checked.  Tuesday I will be at the hospital at 7:00 am and other testing will be done to determine if "all systems are go."  If it is, the surgery will be done early Wednesday morning.

Again, it's early and I'm awake.  There was a time when waking up early scared me only because I liked to sleep late.  Now I welcome it with open arms.  It has become a good friend that I seek.  So many thoughts about today. Who will I see today?  Where will I go?  If I don't leave my apartment, what will "my world" be?

My thoughts remind me of the character in the movie "UP" that is talking to a friend, and suddenly jerks his head sideways and yells, "SQUIRREL."  (Short attention span.)  That's me today.  Oh well.  I might as well admit it - It's me most days.

Heidi and David are coming on Wed and staying in my apartment.  I'm so glad Ween will have company.  I see my little "blanket lump" on my bed and she sleeps innocently.  It's only a matter of time until she's up and wanting to go out. I get my attention span from her - "SQUIRREL."

Peace and quiet

Sitting here at midnight, alone, with the quietness of the apartment, I can't think of anything that I actually need. Mary cleaned the apartment tonight and made a wonderful dinner for me - salad, meatloaf, mashed potatoes w/gravy, fresh corn from the cob, and a bowl of fruit and a cinnamon roll.  I am very grateful for her friendship.  She is getting ready to fly north for T-day.  But tonight, she is driving to Naples to work there tomorrow; left my place about 9:00. I don't like her driving so late by herself.  (God be with her.)

Mock came over Tuesday to take me to my 8:00 am Doctor's appointment.  What was I thinking?  I have water behind my ear drums, and "out of whack" thyroid.  So what's new. She once again changed my medicine.

I think I have someone to watch Ween while I'm gone.  Heidi and David are coming from Georgia to visit the "Parks" so they have agreed to stay here and watch her.  I really do like keeping her home.  Their children, Abby and Max are coming too. Such a nice family.  I really appreciate them staying here. There is a slight "snag" in the schedule. They're not coming until Wednesday, and I have to be in the hospital by Tuesday.  I'll get someone to stay or keep her for one night.

I'm not concerned about the surgery.  Whatever happens is what happens.  I would like to get over this and get on with my life.  We'll see.  Dr Filart is an excellent doctor.  I really appreciate him and know he's the best doctor I could have, so on Wednesday, one day before T-day, if all goes well, I will have the ablation surgery that was supposed to have happened the last time.

Thank  you  God  for  all  you  do  for  me.  I  love  you, Abba Father.

MY LIFE

Pragmatic is the name of the game.  I don't know when I identified that characteristic but I know it has certainly been true since Tom died.  Of course, I measure most everything by that time frame.  

Two weeks from today, I should be having surgery.  I'm looking forward to getting through it and going on to be whole.  I know everything seems to be hinging on this, but I feel like it will be life altering.

My friend Vicki is also having surgery that day.  Hers seems much more serious, but as my son found out this week, any surgery can be harried.  One of his co-workers went in for some heart surgery, had a stroke, and slipped into a coma. (He subsequently died.) This brings it to reality. (I'm  okay  with  reality.)

No matter what happens, its a WIN/WIN.  If it's successful, I win.  If it isn't successful, earthly definition, I still win.  That has been my philosophy for a LONGGGG time.  That is also how I handle most situations in my life.  God has been so good to me, I can't complain.  I've made some "not smart" decisions in my life, but God has remained steady and sure. I'm so glad that is true.

Another Day at the salt mine

Having nothing to do except going to Drs, is really boring. My vision isn't good enough to read, which I loved to do; there is really nothing on TV worth watching, and I can't walk very far due to my breathing and my back.  So, Mock came up with a great idea - Audio Books.  Totally neat. Today we went to the Public Library to check out their stock of audio books.  

We forgot that our voting system is allowing people to vote early. Mock dropped me off and had to park in the "North 40."  I have a card for the Kissimmee Library, but I didn't even know this library existed. Mock had been there several times.  Of course, my card wouldn't have worked there even if I had been able to find it.  It's for Osceola County. I had to fill out an application and they will mail me the card.  Mock had his card so I checked out a book written by Joyce Meyer. I believe this is her first novel.  I can't wait to hear it.  I will be prepared next time with a list of books I want to hear.

Therapy for my right arm is going well.  The therapist comes to the house and has me do exercises.  She also gives my arm and "the knots" in my arm a massage to free up the muscles and tendons.  She's also doing some stretching of the arm too.  Today's was excruciating and Ween ran over to the couch to see what she was doing to me.  She's so protective of me.  I assured her I was okay and told her to go back to her pillow (to lay down.)  I look forward to each session as it is freeing up my arm to do routine tasks.  

I don't have any more Dr's appts this week.  (Wahoo) Therapy on Thursday, and Friday Ruth is coming to visit. She mentioned the Red Lobster as a potential place to eat. It is always so great to see her. She has been a close friend for so many years.  She is another one that I could call any time and she'd be here as quickly as possible.  I am so truly blessed.

LIFE IS FUNNY

Why I'm not surprised when things happen, is probably because crazy "earthly" things happen so often with me. Vicki and I are both officially scheduled for surgery on the Wednesday, before Thanksgiving. Dr. Filart's scheduling nurse called today and that is the earliest they can schedule me.  I'm really okay with it.  (God has a sense of humor, doesn't He. )

I'm not supposed to have stress in my life but as you know, life is not always smooth and easy. Right now, someone very close to me is upset because of a misunderstanding.  She won't talk to me about it and only answers my text with sarcasm and curt meaningless statements.  She doesn't know what this is doing to me, emotionally.  I'm trying to stay calm but it's difficult when you have personal relationships that are sometimes out of whack.  I pray we can solve this quickly.

Charles is returning from NY today.  He should have left about 30 minutes ago and will be home around 6:30.  I have missed him but he works hard when he is gone and needs rest when he returns.

Ween is adjusting to sleeping on the floor.  I had to move her to the floor because of Charles' allergies.  When we move, she won't be able to sleep on the furniture so I decided to start early moving her.  She seems okay, but she still tries to get up on the couch because she CRAVES attention.  Such a brat.

Not much to do today.  Mary brought me some "packs" of homemade mac/cheese.  I had to have one.  That was my lunch.  She is an awesome friend. (and cook).  I am so blessed.