Glenda is about to kick me off the 'driving Daisy' job now. At least for one day. She thinks she can ride to the treatment in Ruthie's car. When I sort of objected she got real serious and said, "I NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE FOR AWHILE!". With the tone she used I quickly agreed. She and Ruthie will do a little shopping during the outing and believe me after her little outburst, I for a fact, am greatly aware of just how bad she really needs that. Now if Ruthie isn't too busy, I know she'll go for it.
Me? I'll do what I can around here in the heat that we're told could possibly get into the three digit area on the thermometers. Along with the humidity, it could work to help me lose a couple of pounds. That is unless I opt to sit in the recliner and read. Hey, I've carried this weight for many years so what would one more day or a few more days amount to? I think that the latter would be cool!....Ah........the coolest.
I'm thinking now, in an attempt to prevent burnout, I should stop here.....................Or should I? Okay, okay, I know what the consensus would be.
I would rather be ashes than dust. I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by a dryrot. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist.~Jack London
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