This week!

Saturday 3:15 p.m.
                            I wasn't a happy bunny on Wednesday morning as I contemplated my long weekend. I wonder why. Well, before I got home, I visited the hospital to see our friend with the MS. The rest of the day was very good. Then everything was very good on Thursday until I got my tooth extracted. I did not like that. Then on Friday I went to see the auld maw. I could have meditated a bit more last night, but the kiddo and her boyfriend showed up and I got pissed instead.
                           The best bit was the post I wrote last night when I was pissed. It was all about the gorgeous dental assistant who dreams about me every night and would just love get me on a slow boat to China, but, alas,. my troth is pledged to another, and she'll have to join the queue. I deleted the post this morning since the subtext was somewhat obscene.
                            I'm just back from visiting our friend with the MS. I didn't stay long. She was slipping into and out of sleep. The nurse spoke to me for a bit and said there was a marked change from the last time she was in for respite. You wouldn't wish it on your worst enemy, neither you would.
                            Tonight we're going to Strathaven to see our friend before she goes into hospital to give a kidney to her son, who does need one that works. Then tomorrow morning we'll go to see the mother in law on the way back and I won't get home again till about seven, if I'm lucky.
                             This is no fun. When I was young, I could do what I liked. I didn't have to, have to, have to do anything really. Dearie me. You can't meditate, not for the long periods of time it takes, and I haven't got the time to write, and there are flatheids wherever you look. If it wasn't for the bliss, I'd blow my brains out, so I would!