I’ve been a bit off this weekend. Things just weren’t going well and so forth. It was just a bad weekend. Then I forgot to post this morning. So here we go.

For years, I’ve had the hardest time waking up in the morning. It was pure torture. However, for the past several weeks, I’ve woken at 6 am or thereabouts and am wide awake. I can’t wait to get out of bed. I have no idea what has changed. I go to bed about 10 pm every night. I get up one or two times to go to the bathroom and then around 6 am I’m raring to go for the day. I never thought I’d be this much of s morning person.

I tend to prefer a shower, though there is something about a long luxurious bath. To me, a bath is an event, a ritual. It’s something that is soothing and relaxing. A shower can be relaxing as well. When I have a headache or back pain, I love to have the waters beat down on me and soothe those aching muscles. Which do you prefer: a shower or a bath?

Yesterday, I found out that my favorite great aunt had died. I know I shouldn’t have a favorite, but not all great aunts are created equal. Also, I probably spent more time with this aunt than any of the others. When my grandmama got too sick to do house cleaning and laundry and that sort of thing, this aunt (my grandmama’s youngest sister) came and did those things for her. It’s sad because she was so healthy until she became unsteady on her feet. She had a series of falls, that while she didn’t break anything, left her black and blue. That’s when she was basically in her chair most of the day and began crocheting like crazy. I think she made everyone in the family a beautiful blanket. If you’d supply the yarn, she’d crochet it. Mine is a beautiful yellow and black. My grad school colors are black and gold, though the gold is more yellow than gold. I didn’t want my undergraduate university’s colors because they are an ugly orange and brown. I’d also bought s luxurious wool or cotton yarn. I can’t remember, but I do know it was a natural fiber. She had loved working with it. Most people gave her cheap yarn. I wanted a luxurious blanket so I got the good stuff. Isabella and I still love to cuddle under that blanket. After a few years of crocheting, her health declined more and probably because of athritis or seomething she couldn’t crochet anymore and began doing puzzle books, word searches mostly. My grandmama had done the same thing. But my aunt’s health continued to decline and she couldn’t be at home by herself anymore. Her daughters tried to stay with her at all times but one lived north of Montgomery and one lived in Mobile, and it was taking its toll on them. My aunt decided it would be best if she entered the nursing home, where her health seemed to rapidly decline until she passed away yesterday. She was greatly loved and will be missed.

Family deaths like this always hit me especially hard. It’s a time when I want to be with family, share in the memories of the person, and attend the funeral. However, I’m eleven hundred miles away and just can’t get home or the time off for a funeral that’s not immediate family. Sometimes, I just want to be home.

On this Memorial Day, let us not forget the men and women who gave the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom.

I fell asleep as I began to write this. I completely lost the train of thought in the process. I will hopefully do better tomorrow.

The last few days I have been so drowsy. It’s been hard to wake up and easy to fall asleep. I feel like I’ve gotten a good night’s sleep, and I even went to bed early last night. I don’t know what it is, but it’s a miserable feeling.

I went to write my post for today and promptly fell asleep with my iPad in my hand. I’ll just hold what I was going to talk about until tomorrow.