Morning Musing

Sue walked in just a few minutes ago. It was 4:35AM. She asked what I was doing and if I was okay. I was just finishing catching up with your posts, and yes I was and am okay. In addition to blogs, I've also been through Twitter and Flickr already. And I have had my initial coffee — long ago actually. I should make a second cup.

I had been up for more than an hour already after my five hours of sleep. I think that is correct, but I'll get my watch app to confirm later. But it's not always right either.

BTW, Sue is coming along although yesterday was a bit of a relapse from the previous day. No, relapse is much too strong, but I can't think of an alternative right now.

I will do a little grocery shopping later. There's not much on the list, but I'll get what there is.

The boy came over yesterday to help out with weeding and garden cleanup. He cut down the spent daylily stalks and even ones that were not quite spent. We just had him do it whilst he was here.

He borrowed some of Sue's paints for a decoration for his new room. His mom sent a photo. 

Now that his hair is shorter, I am stunned, once again, by how much he resembles me at that age. Honestly, that face could be mine — not the hair though, even when I had hair.

He's been fixing up a lair in the basement after having a squidgy little bedroom upstairs. I think it will be grand down there. In the background hangs one of Sue's paintings. If memory serves, there is a cardinal in the winter scene.

It's almost 5 o'clock: time for a second cuppa and sudoku, wordle, and a few other puzzles. Then, there must be a shower. I never used to be a morning-showerer but ever since the catheter, I continue to sweat every night. When I was teaching, I would always clean up at night to try to squeeze in every bit of sleep that I could before heading out for the day. Yes, once upon a time, I could sleep.