I wish I knew what the deal is with my body clock. So tired of being tired. I woke up at 3, transferred to the recliner (usually I can drop off again) but not this morning. Got up at 4:30 and made cocoa and toast. Did take another hour nap in the chair from 6 to 7 and then caught a quick nap around 2. But I don't want to be doing this!
I started a puzzle. It was too hard so I put it away. Set up a second one and found the pieces wouldn't stay together even for the border. I hate that kind so I put it away. Got out a third and realized after an hour that two edge pieces were missing. So now I have a fourth sitting on the card table for me to tackle tomorrow. I don't give up. haha
I stayed too long on the computer hunting for clues on this and that and got discouraged at my continued lack of never being able to find a thing on Charlie. I did find somebody on ancestry (I think) who had a Charlie Marion Blankenship listed with the correct birth date and correct parents but.....I don't know how they got that info and if it's correct. I sent them an email but now I'll have to wait and see if they reply.
Manager came around with paperwork about washing out hands and wearing masks, etc. because a resident has tested positive for norovirus. She won't tell us who it is but we all know. A lady down the hall from me. Another neighbor told ne we're all going to be tested now. Fine with me. I'd like to be assured one way or the other if this damn cough I'm putting up with is sinus or virus. Thankfully, I hardly cough at all and last night I didn't cough in bed but the chest is still filling up from time to time and when I do cough, I feel icky and congested and then I cough off an on for an hour. Damn nuisance.
I wish I had some ice cream in the house. I know that would make me feel better. I haven't had any for a few days now and on the plus side, I am losing weight a little here and there.
Watched Ozark last night as I've been waiting patiently for Darlene to be knocked off. A Mexican cartel bandit did her and her husband in last night much to my delight. She had just married the guy (a very young man who was young enough to be her son or grandson). And she was ugly. Both in looks and personality so I knew she was gonna be hit. He was waiting in their house when they came back from the preacher's place, had them sit on the couch and then shot 'em both in the head. I found it very satisfying and I'm sure I'll go straight to hell for that! But she needed to die. She'd been killing people with her shotgun point blank and then having her boyfriend bury them in the fields with lye. Yeah, this is the kind of show I watch these days. I know a few politicians I kind of wish would meet their maker that way too.
That audio book I went to so much trouble to order from another library (You can't go home again) by Thomas Wolfe ended up getting screwed up with tape 3. And I couldn't get the tape rewound back in the reel. I just put it in the case and will return. I suppose I could read the book but I've lost interest now. I got out another audio book and after a bit I realized I'd already checked that one out before. So tomorrow I will start the third tape and see if my luck is any better.
And I'm off to the recliner. Here's some photos I saw on FB that the PT Main Street program took. I may have already posted some of them. I don't remember. Good photos.
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