As poor a day as Pepa had Monday, he had that good a day Tuesday.

I am sure he felt beat up and abused. Pat and I both had been very blunt with him.

Memama's description of Tuesday was "Pepa has out done himself all day long!"

The last two days I have taken Memama coffee and a sausage burrito and or a sausage biscuit from the "golden arches dinner club". She seems so tired.

I talked with Rian last evening and he and the two oldest boys were on their way to a horse auction. This morning Holt wants to buy a goat to put in their backyard so Sadie will have someone to play with.

I can remember when Rian was little I brought a calf home that the momma cow would not let nurse. It was about thirty miles to the pasture and I was going there to feed it twice a day. Finally I brought "Bruno" home and put him in the back yard of our house at Roscoe. I think Bruno thought he was a dog.

You know, it could be the Bruno influence that made Rian what he has turned out to be. Ha!

March. West Texas. Wind! 'nuff said.

I can't wait for April.

I have had two fitful nights this week. Last night it was 1:41 when I woke. The last time I allowed myself to look at the clock it was 3:31. I did finally go back to sleep, dreaming some of the weirdest dreams you can imagine. One involved the physician's assistant at my dermatologist's office chasing me through their complex trying to extricate more biopsies.

I told you, weird.

I talked with Pat for a moment this morning. She was arriving at Pepa's room, I was leaving. We talked briefly about Facebook and I told her I was amazed at the time you can put into maintaining your page.

Rian has tried to explain some of the things about Facebook but I have much to learn.

Have a day!

FATHER, I could use just a little bit extra "Umphh" today!