My life is ridiculously simple, yet my mind is easily swept up in puzzlements! Do I order pine straw and pay someone to put it out? Will anyone actually show up after I have hired them?

My friend’s husband is in hospice care. I spoke to her yesterday and she is fried! You get to the point where you cannot force yourself to function anymore. I know that state so well.

I am making a grocery list for Easter weekend so that we can go grocery shopping this afternoon. Holidays, for me, are about too much time on my hands. I end up tackling housecleaning projects to pass the time.

I am tempted to make the usual holiday fare for us—green bean casserole, mashed potatoes and some kind of meat. On top of that we will eat too much sugar and watch too much TV. I am loving my smart TV; I waited so long to get it that it makes me feel giddy with delight. So much to choose from!

My handwriting is getting shaky and I am second-guessing myself when I sit down to pay the bills. When your hands are shaky, it makes everything feel difficult, for some reason. I find myself feeling ridiculously grateful when I have paid them and put them in the mailbox. I pay most of them online, but there are a few I prefer to write myself.

I have made a good start on my final ebook, but for now I have put it away before I look at it again. You would be surprised how helpful that is.

Adios for now, amigos and amigas.

Vicki Woodyard