Frankly my dear.... in Postcards 4

The truth is, I get little solid sleep at night. I’m still in the “lay down and cough” stage of the disease. Yesterday I grabbed my day by its sunshine and went off to work for a couple of hours. Shelving books is good for the soul. There was a long nap before out to dinner which is good for everything. Even grocery shopping is good if you are looking for quick-fix meals.

Today I grabbed my day again, and when G headed to the gym, I went with him…to the hot tub. Frankly my dear, I slept the rest of the day away in my computer chair. I felt vastly better tho fuzzy when I woke. Just like those knees.

Best of all, eldest daughter Margot called with the news that her closet is cleaned out. George’s mom and dad did something similar. George’s mom gave her kids a box. With Margot and Laka, when it was time to leave IB Paul handed both kids a foot locker. He told them to put everything they wanted to take with them in it.

One of Margot’s neighbors is an expert at simplifying things. When your clothes are your Linus Blanket, it is a hard thing to put them aside. She’s done it now…a very first. I’m so glad she has this neighbor.

I’m so glad I have George. He never hands me a box.

• Himself: I think he’s just fine. He’s booked us a busy weekend, and I will just smile and go along.
• Herself: Snoring.
• Reading: Crais, “Chasing Darkness.”
• Gratitudes: That I am feeling vastly better.