This is going to be a really cold Friday. It's 20 degrees right now and the low is to be 7 degrees. Luckily, I have nothing planned for today. I do need to finish dusting. When the cable man came yesterday, I was interrupted.
Slinky slept through the night last night and only woke me up at 4:00 AM. I got back to sleep after that. I slept until 5:30, which, for me, is very good. I generally get up at 5:00.
I have been pulling a large throw rug into the dining room in the sunshine while I read from the chair next to the windows. As long as Slinky stays on that throw rug, I let him into the dining room next to me so he can sun himself.
I started another book yesterday. Unfortunately it isn't on my Kindle. I have a pile of six books that are not that I will eventually work my way through. I am only about halfway through the Autobiography of Mark Twain. It got pretty boring after awhile so I switched to another book.
My brother-in-law called and said the nursing home had called and told him Phyllis had flailed around at breakfast and hit her hand again. It is bandaged because it bled. Her skin in so thin nowadays.
He was going up at 9:30 so I waited and went at 10:00. I stayed until 10:30 and then went to see Gerry in the hospital. She is now in room 225 in skilled nursing. I also went to buy a card for Jack W. His wife, Margie, who died yesterday. The services are Tuesday at 1:00 in Independence and if the weather permits, I will attend. She was only 71.
We are supposed to get more snow this evening and all night. I am already sick of it and winter has barely begun.