Yes, I am just in a good mood and I’m not certain why, but I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth. Ack. Cliche alert. I had a peanut butter foldover since Der Bingle is not here to fix me my eggs with the soft yolks that I dip strips of toast in. I guess I could cook them myself, but, oh, the butterfly effect, dontcha know.

The sky has gone from grey to light blue to robin’s egg blue to deep blue to fading blue/insinuating grey. It is doing it quickly, I see even more grey now. Well, okay. It’s 24 degrees here and this morning we are going to deliver a poinsettia to the nursing home. Used to be I really didn’t care for them; now I don’t think they are so bad. Emory had a garden across the street for 66 years, so I’m hoping he will like the color. I read on the Internet that professionals use ice cubes to water poinsettias in locations that are not conducive to typical watering. I’ll have Kathryn tell the aides she’ll need a couple of ice cubes now and then . . . and, in fact, I’ll mention it myself to the folks at the desk.

Oh, here’s too much information: Last night I was chilled and so tired I fell asleep like a log. I dreamed I had to go to the bathroom, but couldn’t go – even with the dreaming of running water. When I woke up and remembered the dream, I thought, “Yes! Gotta love that animal brain that is somewhere in my so-called more sophisticated human one.” I was a little frustrated in the dream, but oh, so grateful the little red flags went off in my brainstem or whatever.

Maybe with that I’d better stick my head in a soduku and shut up for awhile.