Sleepy people.

I'm working on my blog and Lee is asleep in the recliner.  He was up until 1:30 this morning working on house plans.  Both of us have had a busy day, so I'm all in favor of going to bed early.  I think he needs to be in bed now and I know I'm going as soon as I get this blog done.  I guess it's okay of the hostess goes to bed if the company has crashed, right?  Bless his heart.  We'll get a good start in the morning and go see the Hobart museum I hope.  He hasn't seen it and I think he will love it.  We're both too tired to sight see, though, so I hope a good night's rest will get us in shape for tomorrow.  You can see the vacuum tracks behind Lee;  I'm still tired from yesterday's work.

Saturday is Dorothy's birthday so we're going to play cards here that night.  Tomorrow I'll teach Lee how to play our Hand and Foot Canasta.  I've been over some of the rules with him, but we haven't played.  If he's going to be hanging around southwestern OK, he must learn our game.

I visited Floyd in the nursing home today (Joan's brother).  He is getting weaker and weaker.  They started him on morphine today to help him relax.  This is a tough time for him and for Joan.  God bless them!  I thank God for the treat that Floyd has been in my life.  He did much of the woodworking that makes this house perfect for me.  He build my kitchen bar, and pantry.  He built the back deck.  He installed my bathroom vanities.  He taught me much about all the handyman stuff I do; I was his apprentice.  I pray that God will give him rest and peach as soon as possible; this existence in the nursing home is not a pretty picture.  He tells everyone he loves them, so he's leaving with a precious attitude. One of his sons and his family is coming this weekend.  I thought they might stay here, but they've chosen to stay in the hotel.  Next week his other two sons are coming.  Maybe they will stay here.  The invitation is sure open to them.