Good morning. It’s important to have rain, even if it gets us wet.
Frank has turned up and is eating some leftover goat cheese with cranberry from last night. On toast. I’m getting to work on more sweet potatoes.
I wish you were going to have a good meal with your family. Is there any chance they’ll bring you a plate?
No plates until tomorrow. They aren’t cooking today because the two boys will be at their Other Parent’s today.
I don’t know what time they will serve tomorrow but it will probably be late and I’ll have nightmares because my stomach isn’t used to such late hours.
I don’t mind the rain, if it wasn’t so painful. Still, I’ll try to get something done, even if it’s wrong. I took my one morphine about an hour ago, but it’s having a hard time working. Just too much pain for too long without real relief, and it’s beginning to tell. I’ll muddle through, though!
FD sent me a message on Bitmoji, so I guess she’ll be incensed for a while that I’m not having dinner with anyone. LOL! For someone who hated me, passionately, openly, and vociferously vocal for so many years, she is certainly making it known that she has changed her mind! :o])
We weren’t supposed to get any rain until tonight, but I just took the pup for an extra walk (to see if she can be extra tired during the meal) and it started to freezing rain on us.
It shouldn’t go on for long.