Sunday

 It’s Sunday morning 6:57. I’m drinking coffee, feeling a bit stiff and have a mild hint of headache. This too shall pass. Bitzi just ate her breakfast and is lying on my lap. Yesterday she didn’t eat, barely drank and was lethargic. Last night I took a dropper and forced a couple teaspoons of water down her. That perked her up a little and today she seems better.

We got several inches of snow yesterday. We’re supposed to get more today. It was very pretty. I sat out in the sunroom crocheting quite a bit yesterday looking out at the snow in the back yard.

Tomorrow I’m going on a bus trip into Chicago the the museum of Science and Industry to see a display of Christmas trees from around the world. That should be fun. Today I’m going to get our Christmas stuff down off the garage ceiling shelves. Mike never helps with decorations or holidays. He’s just a big Scrooge about it. 

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 6:27am. Today is my birthday. I never thought I’d live this long. I was supposed to die in 2008 from my cns lymphoma. Miracles do happen. 

Pre Dawn

 For some odd reason I woke up really early several hours before sunrise. I actually have been sleeping a whole lot the past week or so and maybe I’m just caught up. I actually assumed it was later than it was and just realized it’s only after 4am. Weird. Oh well. It is what it is.

Yesterday Mike and I drove down to Peoria and took my sister Vicki out for lunch. Vicki is nine years older than me. She has been mentally handicapped her entire life. Although she’s 75 years old mentally she’s 2-3 years old. She has been physically handicapped and in a wheelchair for over fifteen years following a van accident. My daughter was supposed to meet us for lunch but my little granddaughter was sick with a fever.