The week wears on.

After a full day yesterday Out of Town Son crashed at our pad, again. Like last week. Love it. My lights went out around 8:00. I just couldn't hang. After going to bed I was restless for the remainder of the night. Ach.

My cousin, Jeanette, died Monday night. It is sad. She was the same age as sister, Marsha. A very few years older than me. She had the multiple sclerosis for 28 years. After fighting the disease for years she eventually needed a wheel chair. Her speech was greatly affected. She is mourned by two children, two grandchildren, both her parents, 5 siblings, aunts, uncles, a multitude of first cousins...

Our weather is pretty today but will get colder as the week wears on. 

This morning I made a pound cake to serve to Mr. Macho's sister and Dad when they come for supper tomorrow night. It is the prettiest one I ever made. It smells inviting. I should take a picture. I think I will!

Here it is. Crunchy cream cheese pound cake. 

The bomb.

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Okay. I was typing something that was creepy. I deleted it. You're welcome. I've more dusting and bathroom policing to do before I get cleaned up for my last orthopedic appointment this afternoon. Leftovers will be served in this household, again, tonight. It's what I do. And do it well. 

Happy trails.

Be sweet.