Aw, people are waking up to do things and I am crawling into bed for some quality zzz time. Well, zzz time. Quality is just something I am hoping for personally.
Gram had a pretty non-descript night last night. Quiet. She hasn't been awake since the Hospice nurse was here yesterday and they had to (painfully) move her all around to clean her up and change her bedding.
The rest of the house is awake now so I am crawling under the fluffliest blanket ever, getting a couple hours of sleep and then heading home for at least some of the day. Then back here to watch her through the evening and night again.
It's a very quiet time right now.
{{{{{{Cass}}}}} I hope you can achieve some restful sleep.
Darjeeling.
I should add that Dave's only post so far is friend's locked, so if you friend him today, I'll see that he friends you back sometime tonight so that you can actually comment to him, and with that last bit of pimping of livejournal, I am off to therapy.
OMG. The sky here is BLUE, and there is no water falling from it.
It's like I don't live in San Mateo County or something.
{{{Cass}}} Sweet dreams.
My elementary gym teacher was asked to leave the profession because of some reports of where he liked to put his hands when instructing little boys. Not a surprise to me or my sisters, since we all remember him as "weird" but had no words for why in our elementary school vocabulary. ::shudders::
I want to be on this show.
Join fashion journalist Angela Buttolph for a brand new series. Eight volunteers are coaxed out of their comfort clothes and sent on a bumpy ride of self-discovery through dressing up.
I really hope BBCA airs it.
They are airing it -- they've been running promos for it CONSTANTLY.
