Anna has been working on her laptop while sitting on a foot stool. Over to one side is her hundred pound nursing book. This has gone on for years. Enough of this stuff, so off to Walmart to buy a desk. It's not much but serves its purpose well. Here she is working away, so she says.
Vicky's sick. True flu: muscle aches and pains, fever, cough, throat crud, etc. She's slowly getting better. She got it the worse this year. No fun being sick.
Pete, the tailless cat, is having a hard time with his fur. Seems the new fur itches; he bites his skin to make it stop itching. Medicine time for Pete's sores. I wish fur would grow faster.
Here's a song I played for the sermon. Hope it is meaningful to you.
