Late

It's late Sunday night and I can't sleep. Thought maybe if I wrote down some thoughts, it might help. 

Lyndsey Graham died. I just can't comprehend it. I always wonder how much stress those Trumpsters are under. Apparently too much. 

Mitch McConnell is supposedly alive. They  put out what was supposed to be an image of him, but I think it may be AI.  I mean, what if they are both gone? 

And the last thing that is weighing on my mind is that I went to Primary today and they had a new chorister. I thought it would be me. This woman did not have a clue what she was doing and it was bad. No pianist, trying to use a computer that was buffering and spending 10 minutes talking to kids who were not listening. When I brought this up to Wes, he asked some questions that made me think this was his idea. He gets squirrelly when he stabs me in the back. I know this doesn't make sense, and I have left out a few details, but something isn't sitting right here. 

On a happy note, my sweet friend Myrna, who is 89 and a widow of three years looks at me and says, "I'm dating". What the heck!  I've only been gone three weeks and she is in a relationship with some old guy she went to High school with. She is happy and surprised. She never thought she would date someone. I don't want her to be alone. If she is happy, I'm am happy for her. 

It's good to be home. I finally got a walk in and enjoyed seeing what's blooming around town. 

Countdown to my family coming....

Lots of lunch dates this week...

Never too old for love....