Survived…but barely. Send electrolytes. 🥵🥾🌄

My legs are shaking, my clothes are soaked in sweat, and I'm so exhausted I want to cry. 
Yeah, buddy—I’m a wimp.

Heron took us straight up a dang mountain this afternoon. 
He said it was a hill—hill, my fat fanny! 
That was a blooming mountain.

Tomorrow we hit the road… pray for me, not him. 🛣️😬

I have absolutely nothing.

The only one to leave the house today was Cowboy, and that was to go to morning and evening service.

Old dog — said with love, sealed in ink. 🐾❤️🖋️

We slept pretty late today—I even managed to sleep until 8:30 a.m. 
I think it was probably close to 11 before Badger crept out of bed. 
That long hike did a number on us.

Seven Islands gave us the gift of time together — adult kids, one dog, and a golden evening 🌅🐕🌳

We were in the middle of the “get ready for the weekend” chaos when Badger handed her daddy her glasses to put the screw back in. 
Well, Daddy discovered that she’d broken the earpiece clean off. 
So we rushed on up to Walmart. 
She’d waited until nearly noon—and Cowboy leaves for work at 2:30 p.m. 
It’s not like we live door-to-door to Walmart or even a mile away. 
It’s a 24-mile round trip that takes a bit of time.

“Evening walks are better with grown kids and a four-legged friend 🌙🐾🐕”

We walked three miles tonight—we haven’t done that in a very long time. 
We had Heron and Lady with us, so I felt safe walking that far. 
We’d planned to walk around the Bend, but it was getting dark too fast. 
It’s at least a five-mile walk around the Bend.

Colonoscopy: preventative, proactive, priceless.

We made it home safely, just before 4 p.m.

The procedure went well. 
Cowboy was taken back at about 12 p.m., and we were in the recovery room at about 1:15 p.m.

♥♥♫♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥¸ ¸.•*¨*•♫♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪♫•*¨*

Oops, almost forgot the birthday, but remembered just in time — classic middle-kid moment.

I had to have Cowboy drive me to town today, to go to Walmart for Raven's birthday card.
 I forgot his birthday—again. 
I know I'm a horrible mother; maybe he has a point when he complains about being the middle child.

"From ‘don’t blink or you’ll miss it’ to ‘yield to progress.’"

I was in a deep sleep this morning, as were Gealach and Cowboy, when I heard Badger stumbling around.
 It was 7:57 a.m.—not even 8 yet.
 Normally I’m up before her, so that was a bit odd. 
I knew Peacock said he’d be up at 6:30 a.m, so I quickly checked my phone. 
He was on the way, so I hopped out of bed. 

Nothing passes as quickly as a Saturday with the people I love

Man, I turned around twice, looked at the clock, and it was already 4 p.m. 
I don't know where the darn time went.

We didn't have an exciting day—it was a stay-at-home day—so I don't know where the time flew.

My tiredness is on a whole new level today. 😪

Cowboy didn’t get home until 6:14 a.m. 
I know for a fact that Badger didn’t get to sleep until at least 5:30 a.m.
 I catnapped through the night.
 I woke up at one point—probably around midnight—and read myself back to sleep.

” ‘Later’ is the best friend of clutter”

We worked until nearly 1 a.m. yesterday, and it's going on midnight, and we're just finishing up.

Obviously, we didn't get to the store today.

I didn't realize how much stuff I stuffed into those tiny little closet shelves of mine.

"Clutter is the physical manifestation of unmade decisions fueled by procrastination."

I don't have time to put anything down. 
Badger decided today was the day to do a deep clean on my master bedroom closet. 
The only problem is, the vampire didn't start until after 6 p.m.

"Live fast, fake your death"

I told Cowboy to go down to the RV when he got home from work and make sure the door was tightly shut. 
Heron was at his girlfriend's, and I have this irrational fear of his cats getting outside. 
So, apparently, he did.

"Throughout history, people have seen things that defy explanation. To dismiss them all is to erase a part of who we are."

Sometime around 11:30 p.m., Badger yelled me awake. 
Apparently she’d gotten sick, called me—and I didn’t hear my phone. 
How in the world I slept through the Addams Family theme blaring at my head, I can’t tell you. 
She wobbled in and collapsed on my floor, where she stayed until Cowboy finally dragged himself to bed—probably around 1:30 a.m. 
Then she went to sleep on the couch.

"Every book is a new adventure waiting to unfold. 📖"

This could be titled Sunday at Home, or How I Was Bored—but Content.

Other than Cowboy heading to morning and evening service, we didn't leave the house until Heron came up and said he was cooking supper tonight. Then Cowboy and I went to the Dollar Store really quickly for a TV dinner for me—let's face it, without teeth or dentures, I can't handle a steak. Yep, I'm still gumming it. Ew. I really doubt dentures will ever be in the cards, not with how badly my TMJ is. I got home, though, and Badger had wobbled out to the kitchen and made me some meatballs. That was much appreciated.

Rainy days: nature's way of saying "take a nap."

It poured down rain today. 
I'm not complaining—I can't remember the last time we had a good, soaking rain. 
But at times, it was so heavy you couldn't see the car in front of you. 
And Cowboy can’t see when it’s sunny. 
Riding with him in a downpour was particularly hairy.

"Craving something I haven't tried before."

We made it into town and got our groceries. 
Badger's still a bit wobbly and feeling unwell, but she pushed through and made it through the stores.

Badger wanted something different for dinner. 
Unless we throw something in the crockpot, we never have time to eat at home. 
Eating out has become our Thursday habit.