Up Late

I am up late waiting for an old friend to arrive, so I can show him his bed and I can go to bed myself. I don't think he'll be here much before midnight, and I can't tell you the last time I was up at midnight on purpose. Pat agreed to take Bennett to school tomorrow, so I don't have to really worry about getting up. Again, she makes my life so easy (and wonderful).

I don't have that much to report. I feel fine except my cracking feet. It's like walking on spikes. I can't figure out what to do, the skin on my feet is the texture of paper bags. My fingers too. It's weird. I will just keep working on it. I have to because every step I take reminds me to try to figure out how to fix this.

I had a good day. Nice to have a day, any day. Shopping, hanging out at the park with Sandy and BFF Avy. It was a lovely day. I bought every light we need to finish the bathroom and the balcony. I also got the medicine chest and picked the color of paint for the trim. I think we are on our way. So much to do, not enough hours in the day. You know what I mean?