The hour is late for someone who has had a mere four and a half hours sleep. I finally fell asleep around 4:00 a.m. and Bandit was kind enough to let me sleep until 8:30 before wrapping herself around my head again. She started around 8:00, but when I didn’t move, she rested her head on top of mine until I did get up. My cats know I have been ill, so Stanley and Bandit stay close to me. My dear Pye rests in his chair as he is close to my recliner. Stanley is usually in the other living room chair, and Bandit is either in my lap or curled up close by on the sofa. They are such a comfort when you are feeling lousy. Stanley is a fluffy Ragdoll cat, Pye is my big black stray I rescued, and Bandit is my little Siamese.
Bless my landlord and his wife. They brought me by a plate of delicious ham, potatoes, corn, green beans and a couple of biscuits. I have to be getting well as my appetite has returned. I haven’t wanted much in the way of food since the day after Christmas. As for chicken soup, I don’t care if I see a bowl of chicken soup for a long time. I feel like I’m turning into a chicken from consuming all that soup. I expect to feel feather growing out of my shoulder blades at any time. I do eat a lot of chicken and not just in soup. I like fish on occasions and a good filet mignon, but for some reason, which I can’t tell you why, I eat more chicken than any other meat. And I love good vegetables.
Well, I actually typed a paragraph on THE STONE KILLER today. It’s a start. I must do better tomorrow. I have to go to the grocery store tomorrow and do my laundry. How one person can dirty so many clothes escapes me; and I’m that one person.
Well, this is a short post again tonight, as it in now after 11:00 and heading for 12:00.
Please keep writing. Remember “Never give up, never surrender”. We will make it as writers. We’ve come this far, we can’t stop now. There are too many stories to tell.
Until we talk again, take care of yourselves and stay safe.