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It is very windy here today. Very. I am watching the flag across the street go wild. I am also reminded that this flag was never put to half staff when President Ford died. I believe it belongs to the city. Shame on them.

I've decided to move my art room again. I just might have to get rid of more stuff. Or, set it outside and let it blow away today.

A mouse trap snapped while I was making coffee this morning. No mouse parts are visible outside of the trap, but I can hear squeaks coming from inside. I plan to spend no more time than is totally necessary in my kitchen today until THGGM gets home. Hearing a small mouse cry himself to death is not my idea of a good time.

This week I set "The Cat in the Hat" to music. I'm finding that I get short of breath reading loooong children's books that require expression in the reading of them. But, I can sing them just fine. "The Cat in the Hat" works great with one of my favorite Christian songs. I will not tell you which one, as it would ruin that wonderful song for you forever.

I spent an hour this morning reading controversial stuff. I should not do that. Gives me heart palpitations and a headache. I'm thinking of writing a controversial book in the 'touch and feel' genre. A variety of nail heads and needles would be available for poking ones self. What I read effects me in the same way. No more controversial stuff for me for the rest of the day. I have a 'cottage style' decorating book with many pictures to inspire happy thoughts.

Another book idea. This one is for children. It's to be called "This Is Mom". In it, the child will follow what 'mom' does all day. I'm getting sick and tired of books about what the child does all day. One page will be "This is mom eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with you. She loves you, but she hates peanut butter and jelly and can't wait for you to take your nap so she can eat the M&M's she has hidden away. Although, she has to eat them on the run, or she will not have the dishes washed, laundry going or dinner started before you wake up, requiring a diaper change." That particular page COULD have an element of 'scratch and sniff', I'm not sure about that yet...

I finally have the purrrfect cat. He sleeps on my cold feet. I've tried for years to get other pets to do that, but they have preferred to sleep on parts of my body that are never cold. If I could think of what to reward this cat with, I would do it. He has lost all interest in small squeaking mice.

Baby Boy is FINALLY down for his nap. It was a struggle. He wanted me to hold him. I wanted him to lay down. We compromised. I held him. Then, I laid him down while still holding him. Next I sloooooooowly removed my arm from underneath him. He did open one eye and give me a really dirty look, but he has remained asleep.

I can dance through "The Barnyard Dance" book one time, but any more than that and I feel the early warnings of cardiac arrest. Baby Boy has spent the morning pointing to the page in the book and demanding in the way only he can that he wants me to either 'twirl' or 'promenade' neither of which look pretty when I do them. He will not bow, spin, strut or bounce on his own. Just points at the page and nods his head while saying 'jah, jah, jah!' like a good Dutch boy should.

Yesterday I had a few hours of what, if my memory serves me correctly, felt like happiness. I hate to admit to having a BAD case of the winter 'blahs' bordering on nasty 'I can barely function' depression. But, I do. My most obvious symptoms are a lack of feeling anything but tired, and a desire to do nothing but whine about this ache or that pain. But, that glimpse into a happier world made me feel hopeful. Almost human. I blame a lot of this on that horrid "Wuthering Heights" book that I determined to finish. And did. And HATED. Icky pooh book, that one.

I'm reading the 'spring' portion of Gladys Taber's "Stillmeadow Sampler" and that is helpful. Last night their barn burned down. But, I'm okay. If even one of their dogs had died, I would have been a basket case this morning. But they got all of the dogs out. Really. The book is so old that I felt sad thinking that they are all dead now anyway, but I digress (maybe i am not really depressed, maybe i am just digressed).

But, no. I'm fine. Really, I'm fine.

Time to go write some really fine poetry, me thinks...