Well, my husband just woke up a little while ago. It has been a quiet day. I went out to the garage and got my little red igloo cooler out. Tomorrow if I feel well in my body, I will be going to Green Bay. I have to take a cooler for my chicken. I can't eat out, I have to bring along all my own food. I will enjoy seeing my son, I will probably spend alot of money, I always do on him. I just don't enjoy the drive. It has been nice to be home for two days without having to drive anywhere. I know that I could become a person who could stay at home for endless amount of days at a time. I don't miss the drive to work at all. I brought home the book called, "Host," and I finished it today while sitting outside on the deck. It has been lovely today. That neighbor didn't start his chainsaw once. Thank heavens. I can even leave the front door open and the air conditioner off. It is the small things that are appreciated. I really don't have a whole heck of alot to say. I have to shower and wash my hair for the week. I think on Tuesday I will take a relaxing jacuzzi bath. I was going to do that on Saturday, but I hopped into the shower with my husband instead. I decided that was enough water pelleting down on my body. I have super duper dry skin. I have a spot that is sooooooooo dry on my left palm that I don't know what more to put on it. I drink alot, I mean alot of water to stay hydrated, yet I am still so dry skinned, hence only having to shower once a week and wash my hair once a week. No I don't smell either in between getting cleaned up. My endocrinologist said not too shower any more than I have to. It is so weird I know, but it is part of the thyroid thing I deal with.
I did some poetry writing today. It is such a release to create. Thinking does justice to the emotion, allowing a person to delve deep into their soul. Your thoughts are freeing and sets a person's mind to rest. Like a soothing lullaby. Thoughts drift in, some may linger, swirling around the edges, just waiting, saying, hey, are you going to write this down, or is it just for you.
I was watching TV in bed last night, and little Malcolm, was drifting to sleep. He was leaning on my upper arm, then he slowly rolled onto his back, his front paws relaxing and he was smiling so in his sleep. I so wish I had a camera then. Sadie was curled up not too far from him. They like to touch when they are sleeping. So I do have a permanent picture in my mind. Malcolm seems content living here with us, which makes me happy knowing that he is content with us.