Tired

My God, what a busy day. I headed over to my friend's home to help her with the yard work. After a slow start to the day, I went out to mow her lawn in the hot sun. Hard though I might be, I just enjoy fixing up her property. Yes it was hard work, but worth every minute, just to see the joy in her eyes.

Her children love me to death, always wanting me to carry them around in my arms. I have to be the father figure for them. Their mother is spoiling me now by cooking wonderful meals for me at the end of the day. She practically purrs with satisfaction when I eat the food she prepares. Not wanting me to go hungry, she actually wants me to eat up the left overs so she does not have to throw anything away. Do you think she is becoming fond of me?

After I finished the lawn, an intense thunderstorm blew in and unloaded heavy rain and hail on their home. The lightening was very close, and the thunder deafening, as the kids cried and climbed into my lap. They looked to me for support amongst the turmoil of all hell breaking loose.

Tonight I put together a new flooring cover in the girls bedroom. It had been a long day, and the more I got accomplished in their home, the happier everyone became. I was very tired at the end of the day. My voice is gone, I am sleepy, and hoping it is just congestion from the dust the storm blew in today.