It's Sunday and still no church. I just finished talking online, to an old friend of ours who I'd lost contact with...Kimmy or Cherakeegirl I think she called herself. She sends love to you all who remember her and she continues to struggle with health and family problems, $$ problems. And we did touch on how one finds comfort in this hard world and the old "what did I ever do to derserve all this" question that has no answer. But she did ask for prayers and that made me think of church.

I'm reading Shoot The Dam Dog by Sally Brampton. It's a memoir of depression. She has a very black sense of humour which makes it readable and the jacket cover promises that she "overcomes" it.

we are enjoying cucumbers and tomatos from the garden...still not sure what to do with those long red peppers I planted.

It's going to be in the 90ties today to I've jacked the aire up.

Hugs for the room.