Waking up a little after 6 TT, I didn’t, in the slightest, feel like staying up. After a bathroom visit, I went back to bed and slept until almost 8. I dragged out and have been dragging around ever since.
My stomach has felt uneasy for a few days now. I can’t really pinpoint when it started. I’d taken my shower before I ate breakfast and had gotten a very late start on my first meal of the day. DS1 called for a chat before I was through and I ate very little following when we hung up after we talked for over half an hour.
Normally, there’s nothing in the mailbox on Monday. Sometimes I don’t even walk out there just to find an empty space. Today, I went out, expecting nothing. Imagine my surprise to find an envelope from my friend, Peach, in Australia. Her mother had passed away the last day of July. I’d sent her a sympathy card and she was sending me the printed tribute to her mum. It is beautiful. I asked her permissions to scan the front and here it is:
Inside are pictures of both of Peach’s parents, her mum with her mum and her siblings, then a picture of her (Peach’s) mum with her five adult children. There’s also one of the family on their holiday in April. At that time, she was still able to navigate.
This poem is on the page with the pictures:
Helen Lowrie Marshall wrote the original but I like this version better.
I did manage to do a load of laundry and clean some in the kitchen. I took a few science projects out of the fridge, too. Other than that, it’s been a day of few accomplishments.
UGH! I still have to find Twinkle, dose her, fill her bowl with food, and decant the water kefir before I go to bed. Guess I’d best get to it.