My Eyes Are Boiling

Have you ever felt that way? Eyes boiling...just hot, burning, miserably sharp headache. I woke up in the night knowing I was doomed. "Nothing good going to happen today," was my first thought.

It was a true prediction. This has been a lost day. Those ones where you just mark time til it's over. Hang on and hope you get it over.

My Rooster has swelling in his forehead and the bridge of his nose. Mom took him in to the doctor and they gave him antibiotics, but he's still swollen. I worry about my babies when they are sick or hurt. He wants G'ma Jo to come get him and Blake and bring them back here. So I will be heading up Thursday morning and return with my grandtwins on Friday. Blakers has swim lessons until then. That will have to be good enough. I hope the Roost will be better by then. (And grandma too...)

Rick had about the same kind of Father's Day as my Mother's Day. We're just horrible about celebrating anything. We used to go all out, but the enthusiasm has dwindled. That's one thing my mom carried on into her old age was celebrations. She made a big deal out of holidays and cooked and prepared special treats and decorations. I would like to tell her that I admired that now that I'm not really old yet, and I've copped out on special days. It's too late to tell her now. She'll never understand or remember if I tell her. Let that be a asterisk in life**compliment and praise before it's too late**

So my head and eyes won't allow me to read. There's nothing on TV. I don't even know if this post is making any sense. But I wanted to let you know that I'm puny. Just sayin'.