Home is Oh So Sweet
We have returned from a medical appointment. All reports were favorable. We need not return for four weeks. Sweet!
I got my grocery list completed. A fair amount of shoe leather was spent. One small item: tw0 loaves of our Country Side bread was $5.12. Here in our local town, each loaf of the exact same is $4.29.
Dennis went to pick up his pails of shell corn that he had left at the elevator yesterday. Each time he mentions that when these pails are empty, he is going to stop feeding the deer. Hmm. He has watched the deer try and paw through the ice crusted snow and fail. I will leave that project to Dennis’ own timing.
Bedtime was nine last night. I slept hard and soundly. When I heard the melodic voice calling “Culligan Man” I had quite the start. I knew the back door was locked last night. I knew the delivery man was in the house. I had not heard Dennis get up and he is by no means quiet as he goes about his routines.
There is no denying that I can wear myself out in the studio. I so enjoy the challenges. Yes . . . my body talks to me. I swear it says, “Keep going, try harder.” I do become wobbly by nine every night. I am wobbly when I first get up in the morning. So you can see that I have a narrower window of opportunity to get things done than in times past.
The sun didn’t stay out much today, but we did hit 37 degrees. It’s a start.