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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.

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.

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.

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.

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The Hospital coffee was awful! My fresh-ground gourmet coffee is delicious. Thanks, Deb, for the carafe. “Good morning, everyone.”

In the hospital…

“A-fib” (honest truth)

Mums the word because I don’t want to talk about it!!

Home again and praising God for kind, caring doctors and nurses.

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Between 6 and 6:30 this morning, I watched—and listened— to a powerful message by Dr. David Jeremiah. I encourage you to click this link and watch and listen.

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Obituaries are piling up in my email box.

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.”

“Words” I am particularly fond of. This poem was copied from Our Island Ancestors (pp. 47-48) in the Digitized Library of Family History.