We can work it out. We can make it groovy.
the past few nights have been wonderfully restful compared to the past few weeks, but said rest has been riddled with bad dreams. Night one found me fleeing the impending apocolypse on the ship of a rich maniac and then later battling the undead in the woods. Last night was a dream about Richie having some sort of disease...I don't remember too many details about any of the dreams, just horrible sweeping feelings of lonliness and helplessness. So, there's that.
Anyway, my listings were approved so I've been on since 4:30 waiting for callers -- none so far, but I'm optimistic for the rest of the night. We'll see. A couple of hours ago, I got a call from Ginger telling me that Dad is on bed rest with a bum leg -- lg. internal bruise, crushing veins, possibility of surgery, etc. So, I've decided to go to PA tomorrow. The 7-hr drive will be horrible, I'm sure. I'm going to stop in Roanoke and pick up some Wildflour. Then, on the way back, I'll probably stop at the co-op and get some of those marinated tomatoes I so love.
Anyway, my listings were approved so I've been on since 4:30 waiting for callers -- none so far, but I'm optimistic for the rest of the night. We'll see. A couple of hours ago, I got a call from Ginger telling me that Dad is on bed rest with a bum leg -- lg. internal bruise, crushing veins, possibility of surgery, etc. So, I've decided to go to PA tomorrow. The 7-hr drive will be horrible, I'm sure. I'm going to stop in Roanoke and pick up some Wildflour. Then, on the way back, I'll probably stop at the co-op and get some of those marinated tomatoes I so love.