It's Monday and the world goes on....

Back home after four days on the road, and a good night's sleep, and I am somewhat raring to go.  Debbie has been here to fix my hair, makeup is on and I am dressed.  Matt Porter is picking me up to eat lunch --my adopted grandson--who will make me laugh and give guidance.  That is the definition of grandchildren.   I have scheduled nothing more but I will fill in as I go.

My sink has to be fixed (a screw came out) and my wreath is not working.  That means I need to call Mark Hoffmeister.   My nails need to be done.  That means I need to call Heather.  Tomorrow I see Dr. Freeze for three fillings -- a visit I could do without, NOT.   Wednesday, Joan and I go to Ste Genevieve to get meat and look around.   Thursday, Judy and Joan have a party.  I was thinking of having a party this weekend but thought better of it.

Yesterday, I was in line at Wendy's at Poplar Bluff and behind me were two men from Malden.  One was Bob McDonald, father of Terry, and I spoke to them and told them who I was and that my ex-husband was football coach there.  We had a fine time laughing!

It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas!