MAGA “mom” is really one of the most extreme [individuals] that’s existed in American history.

Why can’t I get a good night’s sleep? My tired old body longs for “good” sleep so I’m ready for projects during the day. I was awake at 1:50, couldn’t got back to sleep, and “up” at 3:00. Here I am—at 3:50—after answering a couple of email messages. ~~ No, I won’t start taking prescription drugs for sleep!! ~~

This afternoon, “things” are working against my good intentions. Boxes are too heavy; electrical problems; fire ants got to my bare feet (and I’m out of “anti-itch” cream); extremely hungry and too tired to prepare a meal. Extremely hot and I’m “indoors” with air-conditioning.

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What’s next? Port-of-car projects (lol).

“The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God.”  A cousin sent an email message with the information regarding “yours truly” in the 1950 U.S. Federal Census. I added it to information in my Ancestry database but  “five minutes” or less…

One week… and counting.

You be the judge. Nectar for the Hummingbirds; pop-tabs for Ronald McDonald House.

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Hiatus from “relate us.”

“I can do it”—perseverance—is an unlikely companion to depression. I’m confessing to my journal that I’m depressed because I can’t escape into a BIG dose of Ancestry. Correction: I “can” but I won’t. I must “downsize.”