Monday, November 26, 2011 PM

I can't sleep (again), and I'm trying to make my eyes so tired that sleep will come.
I got up at about 4:30 this morning, and have worked hard all day, and I'm truely beat, but sleep is elusive.
Steve is resting peacefully.  Hardly anything keeps him awake.
I've finally got the upstairs sun room ready for the wood floor.  It's manufactured wood, which is like a thin plywood, with a beautiful finish.  It's exactly the same floor as we have in the front rooms at Clairemont, and it's worn well.  It's a little laborous, because you have to glue each piece in place, but it has the appearance of real wood floors.
The wall paper in the sun room is fabulous.  I've created the look I hoped for.  It appears that you're looking over a picket fence at rolling hills and Amish-like farm houses in the distance.  It's actually two borders, but has the look of a wall mural.  Everyone is stunned at how nice it looks, but I seem to have the ability to envision things and how they will look before I create them.  It has been a lot of work, but a labor of love.
The floor, window trim, and baseboards are the finishing touches.
Janie had some stomach trouble today, and she thinks it's a new medication for her artharitus that's the problem.  She says it's great for the pain, but such meds often cause bad side effects.
Cherokee brought a great pasta salad to share with us all today.  Steve loves pasta.
It was warm today, but this evening, it's raining a cold rain and blowing a very cold wind.
I'll be glad for the wood stove at Creekside.
My respiratory problems continue.  I'm totally stumped at what it may be, as are my doctors.
I feel so weak and useless.
It's hard to get a good deep breath, and I tire so easily.
The cows got out Sunday while I was bedridden with this awful disease, and Steve was not inclined to go after them.  He told me he had walked the fence, and that there was nothing out of order.  I went up out to check again, and the gate up into the woods was wide open.  Footprints in the mud left little doubt that they had taken to the woods.  They are still gone, and Steve doesn't want to help me recover them.  He would have them up in a minute if it could be done by pointing and clicking.
I'd say some farmer will have them at the auction this Wednesday.
Stucco and Shawn are working on the ceiling in the old upstairs bathroom.  They amaze me with their skill.  I'd say their arms and shoulders are tired tonight.
Kenny Singleton, a local man, came by and expressed an interest in the camper I have for sale.
He's been a good friend, so I'm going to give him a bargain price.  He's coming by tomorrow to talk to me, as I was busy today, and couldn't talk to him.
Steve is re-hanging the front door, as it was done improperly before.  It's a beautiful door, with beveled glass and gold caming.  It's eight feet tall, and very heavy, but a stunning door.
I've got a surprise gift for Barbara, but it's a secret, so I'm not going to tell her.
She needs a gift membership to Jenny Craig.