Thursday
The last rose of summer and fall. This rose is one that we moved to this house 50 years ago. Doug rooted it even longer ago than that. There was an early morning wake up, but I just stayed in bed till 6. I checked to see if there was any new news. Nothing new is the answer I determined. The scales told me that I'm still dropping weight, but I hope that will change next week when Monjara has a chance to leave my system. I had breakfast and then it was sewing machine time. Sewing burps is a wonderful way to just lose my mind in fabric, thread and needle. I finished 10 more. I texted Ginni with t...