Fatigue With Sleep.

 Fatigue With Sleep.

 

Well, sleep was difficult to come by last night. The old woman’s mind would not be quiet at all. The trip out to our home and to the cemetery left its own memories and thoughts, but after looking online this evening, it seems that eating something that resembles a keto diet is great for making a person feel exhausted even without any exercise. One is supposed to eat more fats so the body does not miss the carbs. Oh well. Cheated a bit this evening with some yogurt and fresh raspberries. Brunch was chicken patties and broccoli in cheese sauce. That should have made the difference, but my mind still thinks the belly needs something. Sigh.

 

Was hoping that the neighbors were happy with the road coverage, but no one has said anything. Guess it is not overly important. Life goes on.

 

The girls laid eight eggs today, so that is encouraging. Guess what we will have for breakfast tomorrow. Cackle berries and air fried squeals! Have already cooked chicken for the dogs, so they should be in pretty good shape for a couple of days.

 

Stood in line with about one or two loads of nursing home folks today at the mall so we could vote. It was pretty well organized, so not griping. Was caught wobbling away from the election stand and the lady who stepped out to prevent a fall let me know she understood completely! “Two bad knees and a messed up back is all it takes,” she said. So many were there that looked as if they needed those special parking places. And there were a total of three spaces for handicap parking! Oh well. Determination takes care of many situations.

 

Sterling and Jacqui got home safely, and Sterling already had plans for making more little tables and chairs for kids. Wish the old woman had even a tiny bit of that kind of talent/skill. It was much fun to have them with me for those two days! Sterling always dreams of having me move up there, but even if the land were open to having another tiny house, Texas is just always going to be home for me. And this land is paid for and fenced to my specifications—even if Thompson can find ways out occasionally.

 

Saw a little snippet of encouragement today that made me feel better. Did you know that God sings over us always. We may not listen to the words, but the melody is always there. He even has us accompany His song with each of our breaths—Yah—Weh. Each breath says His name! How about consciously joining His choir!

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.