I really need to rethink the blog. I get ideas and usually Facebook them, but do all those folks really want to know every thought that pops into my head? Probably not. It’s a pretty open forum and a lot of folks I don’t really KNOW but like to follow and like them following me…especially if they’re funny. Or family.

I need a running stream of conscienous (not sure if that is spelled right, my spell checker isn’t picking up anything, wright or rong). The blog is the right place, but it desperately needs a new design. And the Wordpress needs updating.

But when to do it. I’ve got so many irons in the fire not sure when I can get it going. So I’m stuck with what I have.

I got my canner in today. The book should be here tomorrow - it’s a book on how to live off the land - and the yoga stuff should be here Thursday.

Devon is in his room watching Gilligan’s Island. He’s laughing hysterically. That boy. He’s a character. He laughs at the strangest stuff. And he’s over-laughing in there at Gilligan. But at least he’s a happy. And not thinking about his momma not calling for the past month.

Yoga time. Then I really need to make dinner. Sunday we at nearly 10. Last night around 9:30. That’s way too late.