My sleeping is back on track, solidly on nights now. I'm actually looking around the mobile and starting to slowly make some progress on projects. Not the throw, though. 2 rows in and I need to rip back yet again. I was ready to give up, but upon consideration I'm going to keep at it till I end up with an afghan, or the yarn is worn out, whichever comes first.
I'm starting to take interest in things again, music and reading and studying Spanish again, and generally just waking up. Been a long time coming. My back even stopped hurting. I'm taking multiple walks each night on my nights off around the mobile park here. Just listened to the video on Lloyd's blog (sidebar) of Willie and Merle singing 'It's all going to pot', and was bouncing and smiling along. Good to see them still enjoying making music. Lots of their outlaw co-horts are not around anymore to sing a chorus with them. I felt them there, though. Johnny, Waylon, et. al.
I had dinner with Sandie and Jim Dixon and Paul (?) on Tuesday night. It was fun getting to know them. Well, I think I got kinda wordy and did most of the talking. Once I wake up now its Katy bar the door, get a drink and get comfortable. On Monday night Mom and I went out with Favorite Neighbor, her son and daughter-in-law. They left for parts North on Tuesday morning. So, the park is officially quiet now. At least this street. I ended up putting the trash cans out a day (night?) early, and then figured who cares at this point. The summer folks are a live and let live group. Both nights I went out we ended up a Farmer Joe's Grill down on Ray Rd. Good food, and nice outside seating. Now that the snowbirds are gone (or leaving...) it is quiet there, as well.
Cats are fine, Mom is fine, all is well.