Much to the delight of Phoo Doo, Krl returned home last evening. Phoo Doo was a sad sight, lying in Krl's glider rocker.

I guess I don't appear to be trustworthy because every time I go to the back door and ask the houndgirls if they need to tend to business, Phoo Doo has to look me over. Usually I either have to coax her out with a reward or physically put her out. You'd think I wouldn't ever let her back in, but I always have.

Prissy and Maple Syrple function pretty well with me. In fact we had a pretty good weekend. The biggest change I see is the houndgirls don't eat much when Krl is gone.

Phoo Doo had a fitful Saturday night. Every time I was awake she was too. This made for her wanting to catch a quick nap any opportunity. She spent most of Sunday sitting with me in my recliner. I didn't even know she was a football fan.

I ended up cooking yesterday. Morning and evening. I know, I still have the Denny's/IHOP thing going on in my brain. I decided to cook an omelet. The houndgirls were thrilled because they love veggie treats when I am slicing and dicing. I even cooked biscuits, so they had plenty of treats. I began to think about supper, mid-afternoon. My biggest problem was I didn't know if I was cooking for one or two or a crew. I made a quick run to United to get supplies. While I was there I ran into Cousin Stan and his wife Helen.

I had three items on my menu. Stew. Most of you know my affection for cold weather chili's, soups and stews. Colossal Cheeseburger. A favorite that my old college roommate's Dad introduced me to, thanks Wilson. And another personal favorite, chili dogs. The first two would feed Krl and I, or the traveling crew. The latter would see my eating alone. Hotdogs don't rate very high on Krl's menu.

I decided on stew. I browned and drained the meat, peeled and cut potatoes, poured in some baby carrots, and began adding all the special sauces and spices. It was a masterpiece, even if I say so myself! It seemed like I built all afternoon. I was beginning to wonder if my stew pot was large enough. My final creation was a pan of honey sweet cornbread.

I got a call from Krl telling me they were still in Dallas, and about nine or nine-thirty, I turned the stove off and got ready for bed.

Looking at my stew and cornbread this morning, no one ate. What a waste. But us stew connoisseurs know a stew is better the second day!

Freezing rain this morning. Not good. We need the moisture, but can do without the perils of driving on it.

My truck driver is supposed to be driving in from Lamesa. I hope he has the good sense to delay his departure at least until daylight. Worst part is he will be bobtail. No trailer.

Be safe. Have a day!

FATHER, than YOU for Krl and the girls safe return. Bless this day.