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I almost didn't....

go to church today. I'd cooked all kinds of beans during the night in a slow cooker with onions, garlic, tomato, etc. The house smelled wonderful when I got up and then I browned some meat to add to the mix and stirred it all together with some brown sugar, more onions and mollases. Then of course I had to try it to make sure it was all right.

I know better.

I don't eat in the morning. My system just doesn't take it well.

Yes, I'm old.

So I wasn't feeling great and had a huge desire to crawl back under the covers.

I didn't.

I'm glad I didn't. It was one of those days where it seemed all the talks and the lessons were meant for me to hear. I came away spiritually fed and that's a good thing.

Ally is in her Beehive presidency (Young women's organization class) and she had a meeting after church so we went home and I gathered half the beans I'd made to take over to my sister for their dinner. She's so frustrated with her slow healing and I don't blame her for feeling....stalled.

Tomorrow there is no school so I get to sleep in! Of course I'll wake up at the crack of dawn as always---but it's nice to dream, right?

Oh, and here's a gratuitous video I took on my cell phone camera today of my Ash and my father playing catch with her little therapy toy. It's soft so she can grasp it with her right hand and throw it back to whomever she's playing with. We try to make her therapy stuff fun. Enjoy!

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