Eleven Fifteen Fifteen

Numerically significant date once again. Back from Houston & an exhausting visit. FBNG is already a handful. Since she doesn’t have a brother, the duty falls upon moi to give her the business on occasion.

For example, she learned this little song at ‘school’, you probably have heard it, ‘You are my sunshine, my only sunshine …’.

Well, Grandpa’s version is slightly different. ‘You are my moonshine, my little moonshine, you make me sad when skies are blue …’ You get the idea ?

‘No it’s not grandpa. That’s not what it is. Skies are gway (gray). It’s not moonshine, it’s SUNSHINE.’

‘Please don’t take my moonshine away …’ Getting old isn’t so bad.

A very nice relaxing Sunday at home. Alone. I took the rest of Patty’s things along with her bike to her place early this afternoon. Kind of sad, kind of scary moving on. We bounced some text messages and I watched some telly, doing all the laundry between football. So boring. I couldn’t watch one/any game for more than the next commercial break before utilizing the remote or engaging in some other activity.

I started an upgrade & fine-tuning of the website. Most specifically the Gallery tab with projects completed for the Holiday Boutique & Craft Fair at Saint Gabby’s. Slow going but will press on further tomorrow. It wasn’t falling into place as quickly as it should have which I should have assumed or liked so I grew weary & quit.

The Walking Dead is running now to close the evening & day. It is raining quite hard. The sheets are clean so I shall read something to induce sleep. Again make a plan for tomorrow. I hope I don’t get sick. Each of my three hosts were either coughing or complaining of sore throats & a one (1) very small runny nose. Much rest & dodge that bullet.

Now some lightning & thunder.

Like everything else, it will all pass.