Every Sunday the preacher says something strange that I do not understand during the peace. This weeks it was: "...you only get a glimpse; otherwise the "scrut" becomes inscrutable." It made my day.
My dog has been chasing a fly around the house all day. She can't catch it and refuses to settle down. She lays down for a second and then gets back up to find the fly so she can chase it around the house. It's very cute!
I did nothing today. I just sat around all day and did absolutely nothing. Caroline's birthday dinner was fine. I am stuck at the house again tonight and it is killing me. I wish it did not. There is just absolutely nothing to do here and I always feel so alone. Ugh.