Today I met an interesting fellow named Rick.  No matter where I go or who I am with, the Hospice nurse always comes out in me.  It was not long before we were talking about his deceased father of 3 months.  I ended up reassuring him that the greatest gift he could give his father was to let him die at home with family around him.  He teared up and I told him that a year from now, he will be glad he had done what he did.  He seemed relieved to talk to someone about it even though I went there with Mike to look at some tools he had for sale.

Depression is so hard to deal with but somehow talking with someone else who is suffering always makes me feel better.  I still hurt.  I still wonder why I am here on this earth.  I am still tired.  And I am still sick.

I have not felt like working on any jewelry so far today.  I don't know what is wrong with me.  I want to but I am just too tired.

Took one of my dogs to see a  lady who is making them a warm jacket.  She could not get over how long and skinny he is.  She makes some really pretty stuff and I am honored to have her make my babies a coat.  Now they will not be too cold when outside.  Maybe they will not shake so much.

For supper I am making a pot of vegetable soup.  Boy does it smell good.