No better fast !!

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I wish I could publish this blog message saying “excellent.” I’m still feeling “puny” and (in this case) the dial would be pointing at “not good.” Having been healthy my entire life, I am NOT a very good sick person!!

I’m not complaining especially after watching a TV special with Franklin Graham of Samaritan’s Purse. It was about his experience with residents and volunteers during this horrible war in Ukraine. Their ministry continues amongst wreck and ruin.

Deplorable ?

Ants in my bed!! True story: Ants in my bed. Seriously, they interfere with a good night’s sleep. They arrive after I go to bed and are visible when I awaken and turn on the light. They are the smallest ants I’ve ever seen–about the size of a period. Question: If not ants, what are they?

I have suffered from a lack of sleep for many months or a couple of years. Ants in my bed is a deplorable situation!! I guess that is my punishment for being one of the “DEPLORABLES” (supporters of Donald Trump).

Postscript: I am so tired, it is an effort to lift my coffee cup.

Feeling puny !!

Better days are anticipated. SINCERE THANKS to friends for email best wishes.  I do not have the energy to prepare and send personal answers. Please accept my apology. For four days, I did not open the front door and venture outdoors. Early this morning, I ventured into the yard to position the sprinkler and water the dying lawn. ~~ I spent time (today) “climbing the family tree” for a cousin. He requested and I responded (because I am an editor for his tree). Most of the time, I am “gliding” in my easy chair.

The week in review

Zero energy. While in pain, “slow lane” Lorraine leaned on her cane and drove to the clinic. I did not want to go to the hospital but was convinced when I accepted the seriousness of my heart problem. I don’t want to be an invalid due to a stroke.

I’ve been healthy all my life. Being a patient in a hospital was extraordinary and I hated every minute. Everyone was so kind and thoughtful while I was confined to a bed with tubes and wires attached to my body. Now I’m home and beginning to feel like a new woman. Won’t it be nice when I have enough energy to resume my downsizing projects?

Seriously, the heat was/is gratefully accepted because it was so-o-o-o  cold in the hospital. My dear friend, “Mr. Red,” (owner of the RV Park) picked me up at the hospital and I was home at noon on Saturday (two prescriptions in hand).

SINCERE THANKS to Mr. Red, and the friends who worried about me, and sent “get well” wishes.

POSTSCRIPT @ 9:30 AM: I confess to spending time “climbing the family tree” since I got home. There was an email message advising me of a “new DNA cousin” and I was curious. It required a lot of “strange name” research before I located the possible common ancestor. During the process, I stumbled on a “surprise cousin” (not the DNA cousin) and passed another milestone.

Guardian Angels

New to me: Guardian Angels by Naomi and Wynonna Judd.

In an email message, a dear friend sent the link to the song. My friend said it’s a good song for genealogists. I won’t get on my soapbox and dispute some of the sentences. I know where I’m going, Heaven, and “I’m sure where I come from.”