OK, I admit it. I am a card-carrying hypochondriac. It’s the down-side of having a really powerful imagination. With all this talk about a possible pandemic, I notice every ache and pain. I ask questions like, “Is it just me, or is this room too warm?” I imagine scenes of world-wide destruction. I recall severe Biblical warnings about plagues and pestilences.

Until I get bored with myself, that is. Then I do something constructive, like write, read, or do art.

Sadie has officially lost 10.2 pounds–about 5 to go. The little stinker got stalled there for a week or so,

I just goofed off all weekend, and wow, was it fun.

I painted. I read. I took naps. I shopped for food and actually cooked some of it for myself, not just the dogs. I even won a few nickels at the casino, on a game called Hot Shots.

Now, I’m ready for the new week–and the new book! I begin “The Texas McKettricks: Tate” today, book one of a trilogy. Sadie has her “swimming” lesson. Back to normal.

On the 26th, my beloved sister-in-law, Anna, one of the people I most admire, celebrated a birthday. Happiest of happies, dear