Krl and I both are fighting the blues.

That was probably a poor choice of words because we should have left yesterday to drive to Dallas and flown out this morning to the beautiful blue waters of Cozumel.

But........... thanks to my problem incision, we remain in beautiful, scenic Abilene, Texas.

I have felt better today than I have felt in three weeks! Isn't that par for the course. Scrap the vacation plans and get better. Actually, I had a come to JESUS meeting this morning and was counting the gigantic 875mg antibiotics I still have to take. Much to my surprise, there were only two.

Huh? These were suppose to last until Thursday. I retrieved the bottle to see for sure what the count was supposed to be. Twenty. Directions read, take two daily, one morning and one at night until medication is gone. Hello! I graduated from Roscoe High, pardon my math!

No wonder I have felt like you know what on your shoe! Can you OD on antibiotics?

I spent part of my day working on fuel surcharges. I am working on some freight rates for a summer haul. I was actually supposed to do this last week, but my brain and my mind have been on different pages. Crazy thing is, this is an opportunity that I have hoped and prayed for in the past. And, most years, we would have been home long before May 1, and I would have been recharged by now, and been searching for an opportunity. This may be one of the toughest bid processes I have ever gone through because the "want to" is lacking .

I sat tonight watching our little family. Krl, myself, and the three houndgirls. All the kids are gone, so this is what we are. Krl made the comment that Prissy has been having a hard time missing Lady Rachel, Black Dog, Freeman. It has been almost a month since we lost her. Of course at sixteen, Prissy is the senior houndgirl of the house by thirteen years. Problem is, she is a standard poodle and can't jump up in your lap to get lovin'. Miss Maple Syrple (Brandy) has her arm of my chair. She takes very little encouragement to hop up there and get comfortable and beginning to snore! Phoo do (Phooey), wants to play both ends against the middle. She will sit in Krl's lap until mine looks more inviting. I have kidded that her name should have been "belly goat". She loves for me to kick my recliner back so she can lay on my belly! Of course she has to hop up there and do the cutest flop and roll until she is comfortable. If I will throw in a belly rub she will follow me anywhere!

Krl was having trouble getting warm tonight, so she and the houndgirls went in the back yard, but before long all three girls were back in the house. I watched as Krl surveyed the back yard. I knew that she was doing mental yard work, planting more flowers with appropriate landscaping. Of course she has been talking and working toward opening her pool. This may be a major undertaking as last year we didn't open it at all due to her broken leg!

Before Krl came back in, I took a tour with her through the back yard watching mental images of Sox, our yellow cat, The two Sadats, Duchess, Shadow, Lady Rachel, Lancelot, and Pee Wee as they had enjoyed playing back there. All of our pets of nineteen years that are no long with us. The only problem was I couldn't visualize Precious, our jet black cat, in the back yard because she was a house cat!

Aren't memories wonderful?

In a light moment this evening, Prissy went to the utility room to eat. In a few moments, she returned to the living room and deposited a mouthful of dog food on an area rug, to eat. I don't blame her, I don't like to eat alone either. Crazy thing is, this is something Lady Rachel taught all three of our remaining hounds. In fact we use to call her the chipmunk!

We have spent part of our evening watching Nashville Star. Go Coffey! He is a contestant with
Big Country ties! It is such a shame all of these people can't win.

I have been majorly impressed with the improvement from the auditions to tonight's elimination. It is unbelievable what the professionals can do with raw talent. I could agree with the two bottom end performers, but I think I would have sent Allyson home rather than Charley.

But, then what do I know.

You have no idea how thrilled I was to take my last "horse pill". I may be disappointed, but I really feel like I will feel better tomorrow.

Just a couple of quick notes. I talked with Jeanetta today and they have been spared so far from the flooding in Indiana. Billy has not been as fortunate. His just completed basement project has been a total loss. Luckily he had insurance.

And, Pat is home! Somebody get her keys and hide them! Two months in Pflugerville is enough!

So with that, have a night and a day tomorrow!

FATHER, thank YOU for your miracle of healing. I ask that you continue to work your gifts of healing on me! Abide in me!