Down Hill

A combination of unfortunate incidents changed the plans for moving furniture to Les’ house.  Cindy and I loaded my truck and she drove down to Westland.   We visited for a while, made plans to finish up next Saturday, and stopped at IHop  on the way home.

I woke up at 12 am and laid there for almost an hour worrying about how I had messed up the garage door earlier.  (Another bad incident.)  So here I am gong to enjoy a cup of fresh made coffee then I’ll try laying down again.  Did you ever wish you had never got out of bed in the morning because it was all downhill all day?