SO tired, and it's only seven fifteen.  How in the world to stay awake.  I dunno.

  All of this is taking a toll!!  But we surely did enjoy our son and his fiancee.  Hubby finally got his attitude lined up a bit better, and the biting tone of voice has softened. I KNOW it's aggravating to not have his freedom, to drive and to have to wear this wedge pillow day and night all this month so far.  It's also hard on me, too.

   I have no deep thoughts, I have only a mind that is weary and wants one good night of sleep to restore.

  Lord, please.  my heart prays when my words are unformed.  Thanks Abba. I know You hear me.

two birds..in a bush?? or with one stone! ( forbid the thought )....today I felted thrift store wool sweaters! my sis in law who taught home ec, or FACS as they nowadays call it, when asked last week, thought you ought to leave them intact for the hot water washing. 

I remembered to start my Christmas gift project today at last, after bringing hubby to his 6 A.M. purity group, picking him up at 7:30 a.m......... and so tossed four pretty wool sweaters into the hot water wash.  THEN looked online in google to see, was I remembering things??

 Nope.

 FIRST you cut them apart, taking off buttons, tags, slicing along the seams, or removing bulky seams altogether. HEE HEE.  So, I was on my knees on the basement floor, with my sewing shears, doing what SEEMED to be surgery on WET SHEEP!!  

  loverly!!   got it done, and now have a bag of pretty wool lint for pretty spring bird's nests!!!

 AND some pretty nice pieces of felted wool, for projects my mind says I can create, I have a brain and two hands, so why can't I??  using what God gave me  

 is the fact that I find myself getting irritated.  like dumb little stuff. today it gets me. He broke something nice that I delighted in, that decorated this home that is not yet really feeling so very "home" to me.  He says he'll fix it, but experience says it will not even get attended to when he has two arms. makes me sad. it was such a fun idea, over the lower basement stairs area.... where you have to duck.  I had this welcome sign, a super nicely painted duck... with a rectangular "welcome" sign hanging below it. So, I hung it there, but on the back of the welcome, I painted the word "duck"....... get it?? Because you need to.  he knocked it off going down the stairs backwards?? or something while he's on narcotics for pain, and totally broke it's head off. That alone made me cry. Head injury death....... things that get their heads broken off, and it's been a few, an angel my mom had on the stone where our son is, head broken off by the huge riding mower...... ( was not even near where it ought to have hit it. ) 

  and the little metal screw in loop, even broke off.

 dang.

I wood glued the head on. CANNOT get that blasted loop thing in.

 makes me loopy.  want no more broken things.  not when I feel so stretched out thin.  just no energy for more whatever.

  burned out and exhausted. No relief in sight.  balanced, somewhat, but what a stretch still ahead. And have added therapies now, that I actually do on him.

  good NIGHT