My sinuses are acting crazy. I woke up twice in the wee hours of the morning with a snotty, runny nose. Good grief. It's 8:29 am and I can't breathe. How am I supposed to deal with these children. My head is pounding?
I have a lot on my plate now.
Interjection: What is it going to take to get through to him?
Back to my main thought:
I have a lot on my plate now. I don't mind. I am helping my father to edit a book he is working on. It's a lot of work to do.
Interjection: I cried, Lord, please help me!
I'm back. Not only am I editing the book for my father, but Mother Margaret Moore wants me to do a website for her. I haven't gotten to it yet. I am planning to spend this weekend devoted to doing it. (She can be very demanding at times.)
I have to go sneeze. I'll holla back later.
P.S. I wish I was getting paid for all this work I am doing. SMILE!
This is the personal diary of deartra d. Boone, where she posts her current thoughts, feelings, interests, and other things as needed. Everything that is written here, is In HER Own Voice!
