Thoughts…..

 

My Mikey, I love you

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One cannot help but wonder about things, sometimes.  This is such a time for me.

I wonder about Tiffany’s situation.  Why is her caseworker so apathetic towards her?  She does her best, and it is a lot better than what I have seen a lot of people, sometimes myself included, do.  Every obstacle she is faced with, she rises above it with minimal complaints, a sense of dignity, and mostly a good attitude.  So I must ask what beef Keith has with her?

Elisabeth is an enigma.  That is all I have to say about said girl right now.

This body is so exhausted from another bout of bronchitis settling in for the duration.  We all know we should stop smoking, but smoking cessation should be some kind of process.  Icy poultry is no good.  (For those who did not catch the pun, I am referring to Cold Turkey.)

I have nothing in specific to say.  This is merely jotting down thoughts.  I do know that I must advise Piers, Betty, and Jack to be nicer to our Micheal.

Darling Memaw was doing well again, today.  She now has a recliner in her room, which she described as a "wonderful chair".  It is good to see her happy.  There were many years between Herman’s childhood and this year that Memaw was very unhappy.

Bomber got a can stuck on his head.  He was licking the inside of the can, and his head got stuck.  Micheal pulled it off of him.

I feel the need to rest.  I am sure, however, that any amount of rest, while ill, will not be very effective.

Ta for now, dear ones.  Momma loves you all!

Thelma Louise