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The plan as it stands now, is to drive up to Decatur for the funeral early Thursday morning, around 3:00. Bethany and I were planning on going, but Steve just called and said if he works late the other days, he can probably take Thursday off and go, too. He didn’t really want us driving up there by ourselves.
So I will go to the church business meeting Wednesday night and then come home to try to get a little nap. There’s probably not a lot of chance of that, since I don’t sleep well, even when I’m supposed to be sleeping.
Paula hasn’t had much chance to respond to comments on her site, so I was thrilled when I got a message from her last night. (EDIT: I got another one today.) She’s got far better things to do than message me, but she took time to do it anyway.
Trouble, one of our dogs, decided last night that he was not going to let a little fence stop him from being a free dog. So he broke out the gate at the side of the house. But he decided he did want to be in the house, so he tried to open the front door. Our oak storm door use to have some little “gingerbread” decorations on it. Not now. He partially removed them. And he didn’t do a very neat job.
Last night, once again, I dreamed Ethan got married. That’s the 2nd time recently. But once again, I don’t know who it was. I just saw him with a wedding ring on. E….is there anything you haven’t told us yet? (On second thought, nevermind. Stupid question….)
This is going to be cartoon day on my post:
Mother Goose & Grim:
And, Real Life Adventures: