Longer Days

Last evening I walked to the mailbox when the depressing evening news was on tv. The sky was so pretty. I’m happy with longer days and shorter nights since I have a sleep problem.  I’ve been waking at 3:30 and can’t get back to sleep. I pray for everyone I can think of…maybe you. Then last night I resorted to spelling names. After 30 minutes, at 4, I got up and crocheted. 🧶 I only got I row stitched when I thought maybe I can sleep again and after a while, I was able to sleep past 5 am.  I don’t want to let myself get in a habit of just getting up at 3:30.

Today, I will visit the grocery store, I can see prices are not coming down, but I knew they wouldn’t so at least I’m not disappointed. And I don’t buy eggs.  Then, I’m getting my hair cut at 10:30.  My hair is thin and the color of dishwater. I’m really very unattractive.  It’s a good thing my goal was not a new husband after becoming a widow as I would never have achieved it!

Helen is going to Arizona the middle of March. Most of her family is there. I’m proud for her to go.  She’s going to check about getting cataracts removed while there.

It’s going to be colder next week, but again I’m not griping as I look to see what Connie is experiencing in the north country and that puts weather in perspective. It’s all relative.