All The Livelong Day

I guess life is what you make of it.  Penny knows how to enjoy herself.  She finds water bottles and chews on them because it is fun.  Dogs know how to get the most out of life, and I really ought to follow their example.  ( although I'm not going to roll in stinky things like my Sweet Little Penny Girl.

More nonsense with the home health aide.  She never showed this morning, so I phoned the agency about 10am.  It turns out the aide was bitten by a bed bug, had to go to the emergency room, took prescribed medication and overslept.  Mom did not believe a word of it; but I think it is just weird enough to be true.  One of those 'only in NY' stories.

I am writing when I should be making my low fat pumpkin cheesecake.  It's hard to get too excited about Thanksgiving.  First of all, there is a hospital bed in the dining room.  Secondly, we won't have full attendance at the dinner--Cathy and her husband, Eric, are going to Boston to be with Sarah ( my niece) because she has to work Thanksgiving Day.  My other Sister, Mary Pat, is having trouble with her teenage son.

I hear angry squirrel chatter--they sound like very tiny hawks-- and think they are fighting over the new den in our attic.  Oh well.