I don't have much to say. Perhaps a little news.
I took my sister to have a CAT scan regarding her breast cancer. She's in good spirits about it all--at least outwardly.
On impulse, I went truck "window shopping" two days ago. One dealer tried to sell me a larger version of my Dodge Dakota. I went there out of loyalty. Plus I had a $500 "coupon" if I bought a vehicle from them again.
I liked the Toyota Tacoma. More my size. We'll see. My Dakota is 8 years old, and still runs fine (86k).
Feeling better after I wrote my letter of despair to my daughter regarding my ex and her "busybodyness". I think I'm going to have to "buck up" and accept the fact I can't get rid of her. At least that's what Emily says. Her mother is a big help, babysitting and all. Like I said, at least I got it off my chest.
I offered the use of my house for Christmas dinner (with ex excluded?). No feed back yet from family members.
Dreary weather. Arthritis is in 4th gear. Painful (hands).
My fridge is stacked with leftovers. I've been in a cooking mood--casseroles, soups, breads, etc. I'm taking some over to my father tomorrow.
Have a good one.