There is nothing like living in a dungeon

I have all the blinds down in the house. I have some quilts over some doorways and windows to keep the cold out. It is pretty depressing. I have slept most of the day. Why not? It's dark.

I made a roast today with potatoes and carrots that I love, but I put cayenne pepper in it. I'm sending some home for fletas supper. I told her to text me when she starts home, and I'll dish it up. I'm going to put a small table outside and set it on it so she won't even have to come in, and she can just drive up to it. I hate her walking on the grass or porch; I don't want anything to happen in my house. She might try to sue me. Boy, I'd be in trouble with the landlord.

I think I will put on some shoes and take the trash out. I just took a shower, washed my hair, and dried it. I took off my dirty nightgown and put on a clean one. When you don't go anywhere, you don't dirty a lot of clothing.

I haven't even had the TV on today. I've been reading. I should always spend more time doing that anyway.

Fleta just answered me and said yes, she wanted more cookies. She didn't mention anything about the meat. I took some down and put it in her car last night for her lunch today. I'm sure she thought, "Oh, this is hot." But she's getting more of it for supper. If Greg was home, he would love it. But he's at work, and I am not starting the car up, letting it warm up to haul it down there and put it in his fridge.

I've got a bunch of bread and cornbread in here that is past usage. I usually save it all for Betty's chickens, but I think I'll take some out and put it on the rocks out front, maybe the little birds will eat it.

One thing about it, when you sleep all day, you sure don't make the house dirty.

Well, I took out the trash, fed the birds, and Fleta came and picked up her bag of supper.

I haven't even heard from any of my kids or grandkids today, and I don't think I've called Betty. That's okay, I think I called her 4 times yesterday. I kept thinking of something new.

We were supposed to have gotten some snow, but none showed up yet.

It is so awful about the fires in California. I'm sure so many people think, "Oh, well, they're just rich people, so it doesn't matter." But a fire destroys things you can never get back, pictures and things like that, and it's sad when it happens to anyone. It doesn't matter how much money they have; there are some things money can't buy. 

Betty called a minute ago and said it's snowing heavily in Russellville. She was worried about her granddaughter Astrid driving home from Conway. But she drove the big blue truck today, so I'm sure she is fine.

Let me see if I can find an old picture to post today.

This was at Kimmy's house on Christmas 2023. Lex made me a crocheted blanket. I was shocked and thrilled.