Restless Legs Syndrome!

Today has been great, even though it was a cool, gray, stormy day until 5:00, when the clouds finally moved out and the sun brightened up the sky.

This morning after doing my chores with Tony outside, I spent most of my day sitting at the kitchen table, doing paper work and returning phone calls, in between the frequent, but short-lived thunder and lightning storms we had, because I had to keep unplugging everything in The Cabin, every time it thundered outside.

Late this afternoon, after talking to Carol about our exciting, upcoming three Saturday classes of singing lessons at Club Ed, which was filled with many jokes and laughter about us, I took some time off to treat myself to one of my most favorite things to do—I took a short, sleepless nap with Mama, Roy and Toto. And I am not sure who enjoyed it the most, but I'm pretty sure that I did.

Even though little Toto, because of his ripe old age of fifteen years has become a farting machine, Roy snores so loudly that he suppresses the warning sounds of Toto's air raids and Mama with her restless legs syndrome—there is nothing better to me than to snuggle up with my fur friends, because I love them more than life.

I know that they love me back too, even though I have been gaseous at least once or twice, snored a little to loudly a few times and have had two restless legs, in bed, that could qualify me as a champion kick-box fighter.

This evening I plan to do some more writing on my book, even though Toto is sleeping underneath the kitchen table, in his bed—blasting away.

Y'all have a great evening! Life is a blast!