I wonder how many hours it would take for Dennis to take a peek into the sewing studio to see if I am O.K.? Today his tracks have been from a deep sleep in his recliner at 10:00 a.m., out to the porch, back in the house to his west porch command center, doing some dishes up, out to the porch, back in for a deep sleep nap and then out to the porch. It’s now 4:00 p.m. Just wondering.

P.S. I had barely posted this when . . . here comes Dennis.  He had read the post.  What a guy!