MAY 30

May 30th 2017

This infusion hit me hard.
I woke up sore and tired
and that did not go away all day long.
Even now as I type,
I feel crappy.

I was up by 9am only to

deliver some of Dad's woodworking

pieces to Valleyview for the hobby show.

John drove me.

I came home, ate

and sat until we had to leave

for the show at 1pm.

When we came home,

I went to bed and crashed

by 3pm.

A cat on my chest,

a toy poodle on my knees

and a beagle curled up beside me,

which he notoriously does

when I am not feeling well!

Even if I do not say it,

my family knows...

just by watching Shooter.

Alarm went off at 4pm

and I wasn't 100% sure

I was up to going to quilt class.

I did end up getting dressed

and headed out front to catch my ride,

BUT

my ride arrived needing help.

She had had an attack of vertigo

as she turned onto my street.

John hopped up into her truck

and drove her home

and I followed behind to bring him back.

She rested this evening

with her daughter at home.

I drove off to Wimpys

to meet up with the girls before class,

and then got my butt over

to Krafty Kennedy's

and finished 2 more painted squares.

I am following my inner artist,

not necessarily following the exact

directions for each square.

I am a rebel.

Home again by 10pm,

I am pooped.

I can sleep in a bit tomorrow,

but need to have Mom in London

for 11 to pick up her new ride.

So I am off to bed,

and hopefully will feel better tomorrow.

Good night from John Street