Hectic Thursday

It's been a wild and crazy day.
Shawn Richards, Cherokee's and Stucco's son, was arrested this morning at work for the wreck of last January.  He has been charged with vehicular manslaughter, and Dirk Daniel told me that he will most surely do time in prison for that. They want me to loan them the money for his bail, but he would do better to serve some time in jail, which will go towards his time in prison.
While they were gone to Knoxville to try to get to see him, we got the news that Teddy Swinney had hung himself in his yard.  He is the fellow who stole my purse.  His wife is a sweet lady who works at the Down Home, and probably knew of his drug addiction, but not of all the thefts he has perpetrated.  He had told someone that he would kill himself before he would go to jail for not paying his back child support.  Now his daughter will face every day knowing that her father would rather kill himself than feed her.
His father is a local pastor, and Leslie's parents are both ordained pastors, so Leslie will have a LOT of local community support.
He was a nice person, but was a victim of the ever-present drug culture in society today.  I didn't like him much after I learned that it was he who had stolen my purse, and then got caught by Stucco trying to steal money from my purse at a later time.
I had supper at the Down Home with Gary Hern, and we discussed the unreality of someone making it to heaven after suicide, but the preachers at his funeral will probably try to preach him into heaven.
When I got home this evening, Sweety had caught and killed a mouse...in the house!  I don't know how it had gotten in, but she had surely worked it over and killed it about as dead as a salt fish.
They try to come in about this time of year.
I'm awfully tired, and I hurt all over, so I'm going to take some meds and try to rest some.
I just don't feel well at all.