I confess. Whenever I play the Geezers favorite computer game, I fall asleep. Solitaire is not me.
So yesterday after G had headed to work, I dumbly braved a game of solitaire on the computer. Did I think I could beat the sleep gremlin? Usually this happens only in small, dusty, closed in rooms. My favorite Alanon meeting on Mondays….I embarrassed myself once. I used to go to sleep every single Senior Writing Class at college. I thought I was done with sleeping, but no.
“You haven’t done it in class or in regular meetings yet,” the Geezer says.
But solitaire gets me every time.
Yesterday when I realized I’d lost half an hour, I turned off the computer and ran to the bigger and airier rooms. Staggering up and down the stairs, the laundry got finished. Puff, Puff. The bed got made. A wonderful Dick Francis finished too. Hot Money. What gifts that man had to write so well, to think in so convoluted a fashion so very well.
Dinner with the Feasters was a delight with a very powerful ending. Jean, the wife of my biology professor told us afterwards that she’d been diagnosed with bone cancer. No chemo, no radiation, just one pill every morning. I was left worrying and praying for her.