This week our youngest, Afton, has flown into town to hang with us, sing a bit, and have a bit of vacation. It has been nice to see her again and have her hug my neck. It's hard when your baby lives so far away but that is how the little chicks leave the nest and you have to get used to it. She is happy! Hey, I'm happy for her. I'm happy for both of my girls. Their lives are moving forward and it is nice. Tonight we're having a family dinner. Afton's favorite meal is stuffed peppers, along with her father and I believe her sis. So, I'm making stuffed peppers tonight.
Last night I was so tired. The night before, we went to see Fiddler on the Roof at the PAC and it was nearly three hours of music. Right about the time it was done, Afton's flight was landing in Tulsa and her sis was picking her up to deliver to our house. Af was excited to be home, and chatty, which I didn't mind, but it also meant bedtime was much, much later than I am used too. So last night I was ready to hit the hay early. I slept for about three hours and then just woke up. DRAT! The clock said 1:05 a.m. I tossed and turned for about 30 minutes and then I heard Afton get up. Oh well, up I got too. We sat up and chatted for about an hour and then I headed back to bed around 3 a.m. knowing full well that the stupid alarm would be chiming at 4:50 a.m. EGAD...it was certainly early, yet here I sit. I thought about going back to bed but have decided to blog and paint this morning and do a bit of cleaning.