Good life

Good life

I am so missing Bill. He’s in Milwaukee until late tomorrow night. He also broke his cellphone, so I can’t talk to him unless he calls me on someone else’s phone. I feel like I have no one to talk to. And I can’t work, because there aren’t any workable hours available for me. So I’m lonely.

Also, the dogs won’t poop unless I walk them to the end of the subdivision. In the 22 degree cold at 0655 this morning. In my jammies.

The deck is really coming along. It makes me feel good to see the pride in the deck guy’s eyes and demeanor when we talk about how it’s going. It was hard for me to be patient with the long and meticulous prep work, but I feel better now.

It’s Koby’s birthday today. He’s 24 years old. I couldn’t love him more if I gave birth to him myself. He brings joy to my daughter and to the entire family. I love him. Owen and I will be making him eclair cakes today. Yes, that was plural. We don’t mess around.

Since I can’t work, I made plans to go to the bookstore and out to lunch with my girlfriend Andrea. Friends seem to be at the bottom of my priority list, so I made an extra effort to get some face time with Andrea today. I am really looking forward to it.

I want to decorate. Not just for Christmas, but in general. I want ropes of tiny clear light bulbs somewhere inside my house. I have to figure out where and how to get them.

Got to get ready for my girl-date. TTYL.

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