It's still dark out, but I've been up for a while.
I can't seem to sleep anymore, except for just short naps.
I'm tired all the time. My throat is not better, and I have some trouble breathing, and I suspect that the swelling and scarring on my throat is partly the reason for my breathing difficulties.
My feet and legs hurt constantly, and i't surely caused by my blood not being oxygenated well.
I've been trying to get a lot done at Creekside, but it seems that I only take one step forward to slide back another.
Cherokee and Stucco are distracted with trying to get Shawn out of jail, and are of little use. Stucco wants me to advance him money on jobs to use for bail money. Creed Daniel told him to not waste money on bail, but to save it for the expense of a trial.
I got them in contact with Peanut, who is an old friend of mine from cosmetology school from many years ago. She's trying to help them in any way she can, and I so appreciate that.
I started putting the tile on the front of the whirlpool surround in the new upstairs bath yesterday evening. It looks really nice, and I'm not having too much trouble doing all the cutting and fitting of the tile. I'm using travertine for the field, with several types of accent tiles, which makes things interesting. It's going to be a beautiful, earthy bathroom, softened with pink and pretty trims. I finally got all the floor put down, without it looking too patchy. It's going to be a really pretty bath.
I just wish Randy were still here to put the toilet back in for me. He and Penny have hurt so many people with their little adventure.
I haven't made a decision yet as to which vanity I will use in that bath, but I want something unusual and elegant, to go with the decor, which is a sort of 'tumbled marble'/Italian/Roman look.
I'm depressed and anxious about almost everything.
Betty Pike wrote me a very nice e-mail inviting me to Convention, and I'd love to go and enjoy the peace and contentment on those lovely grounds again.
Steve will be home this weekend, so I guess that kicks in the head any intention of going anywhere I want to go.
I need to get my day started.
Off and running.
Oh! I'd better mention Barbara.
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