Busy
The weekend doesn't get planned....sometimes it happens all on its own I had no plans for the weekend on Friday afternoon, but by 7pm that night, my Saturday was booked up. I received a voicemail from my older brother, Ron (Bismarck), stating that my great-nephew Brackston would be playing in a basketball tournament (3rd grade) at the Y in Jamestown at 8 am Saturday morning. There was no way I was going to miss that. But 8 am? Really? I'd so been looking forward to sleeping in, or rather, my body was looking forward to sleeping in. Since I've been dealing with health issues it seems that I cannot get enough sleep lately. So this is what I did: I set the alarm but promised myself that if my body chose to sleep in, I would let it. Guess what? Ya, I beat the alarm up at 6:30. Darnnit! So I showered, dressed and headed in to town to watch my Brackston play ball. His tea...