Good morning from Florida! It’s dark here. Mom’s cat spewed.
It’s 35° in still-dark southern UT.
I’m so tired of the cold! Maybe next year, I’ll be in St George. It gets cold there, but not like here.
If Mom’s cat spewed, you should feel right at home.
I don’t realize how really cold it is until I try to do something like make bread. It took almost 24 hours for the dough to rise, and I didn’t want to take any chances so I tossed it. I’ll wait a month and try it again. *sigh*
The place needed straightening up a little, so I did that. Now I’ll take my next dose of pills and then go make the bed, and maybe write another letter to my niece in Canada. It’s another day, anyway.
While I was checking for an address for the managers of where Charlie lives, I learned that the applications for everything are closed to everyone but veterans. Quite a change from it being closed to everyone but illegals. So when I write to Charlie, I’ll let him know because he is so nervous about his rent going up due to the places being reclassified as “affordable housing.” At least now, the last years of his life can be spent without that worry! And his blood pressure should go down as well.