ohhhhhhhh.....sigh.....

I am not so 'crazy' as one would think.... really not.

To get called, and Peter on the horn saying 'good Morning!' when it is 8:30 in the evening wasn't my idea of the end of a good day. He thought it was tomorrow, and wanted me there.

Just don't ask. He said, 'Well it is just getting light...' And I said, 'no, it is twilight and will get dark.' Cheerful as I am... 'It's NOT tomorrow, and I will visit,ok?'

Oh man, people can rip your heart out of your rib-cage with just a few words.

So tomorrow.... well I'll have to go there, won't I?

What ELSE am I supposed to do after thirty-six years, huh?