Bop and Owen are out there doing something manly with a hammer and here I am, sneaking a word in.
That boy got here at 5:30 this morning! He was holding a plate of cheese toast which he had saved the whole long ride to eat at Mer's house. His daddy told me that while he was getting ready this morning Owen was saying, "Come on! Go!"
And after he ate his toast, he wanted to go back to sleep and so we all did, Bop and Mer, and Owen.
When I carried him into the bedroom, his grandfather said, "Hey buddy," and Owen said, "Bed! Talking!"
Haha! The talking bed.
My head is better today but my body feels as if someone hit me all over it. Just sort of hard, with a board maybe. Those anxieties can sure beat you up. This is true. Last night, Mr. Moon asked if there was anything he could do to help me and I thought about it and I said, "Could you rub my feet?" and he did and it was the best, sweetest thing he could have done and it put me down like a drug, put me out like a light.
He's the best and I know it.