It's one in the morning and I'm getting ready to go to bed. I'm back on my "having trouble sleeping" routine that I inherited from my mother. I didn't hear from her today. I have 3 brothers, their wives, and a father there. All I ask is that someone - anyone - call during one of their visits so I can talk with Mama. Her room doesn't have a phone but they all have cell phones. I'll gripe here because I feel like it's a valid complaint. A simple phone call people!
We may head up there Friday for a short visit after I finish teaching. David's birthday is Sunday and he's taking this Sunday off at New Hope. But, ugh! I hate that trip to Macon. Looks like it's time to stock up on crossword puzzles, yarn/crochet hooks, & Benadryl. I'm a lousy traveler.
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