Lent, Day 12

Last night I got to bed at 11:45, but I laid there awake for quite a while. I've been trying to do this biofeedback that Vicki, job-share partner, told me about. I'm getting pretty good at visualizing being in the swing in the front yard on a hot summer day, feeling the hot, silky dirt between my toes. I love that feeling. I don't like the feel of coarse grains of sand between my toes. I go to bed most nights with my feet & hands cold, so this helps me warm up.

I didn't get up until after 9 this morning. Remember, I'm supposed to be to work at 9 on Monday & Tuesday, sigh. I got to work at 9:55 today & I left at 11:55. Tuesday morning isn't so pressing, but Monday is.

Don-Mike came in at quarter to 12 to ask me what I thought of Nick's latest idea. This has been a pretty painless mission mode. Nick wanted a specific kind of X-box & he wanted it modified, but he didn't want to modify it himself for fear he would screw up. He looked on the internet & found a guy in West Jordan that modifies this particular model of X-box for $40. He called me & asked me what I thought. I said he ought to call the guy; $40 is certainly a lot cheaper than having to buy all the stuff & then ruin the console. So, I told Don-Mike I had encouraged him to call the dude in SLC.

Don-Mike said it was too cold for him to do any work on the house, so he was thinking about taking him. I said I wanted to go. We had some lunch & I called the guy to see if we were making a wild goose chase. He said he'd work us in. I told him we'd be there about 3. We left at 1 & made it to the gas station he told us to meet at by 3:05. Don-Mike drove his '06 Mustang.

It took about an hour and a half to do it, but Nick said the guy had to format his computer. Don-Mike & I sat in the car in the driveway & Nick was in the house with him. From the X-box dude, we went to see Frances Hatch. I had bought her some sugar-free candy for Valentine's Day & never sent it. Frances was the boys' day care provider when they were little & we lived in Bountiful.

We visited with her about an hour. Nick said as we left her house it was worth the trip just to see Frances. I have always thought that the move from Bountiful & tearing him away from Frances was the second stressor that brought bipolar on for him.

Don-Mike said he was glad to see that she lives in such a nice house. The railroad relocated her when they took her house and an acre of land in Woods Cross. He said he was always afraid that they had stuck her in a bad house & bad part of town. So, it was nice to see for ourselves that she lives in a nice home in a nice neighborhood.

I slept almost all the way back. I wanted to go to Chuck-A-Rama, but Nick didn't feel like it. He's had a sinus infection. Anyway, when I found out that Chuck-A-Rama had been voted down, I went to sleep, just past the 24th Street exit in Ogden.

We ate at Big J's in Richmond. Don, bless his heart, went over & heated some homemade soup up for Mother, stopped at the grocery store & bought some deli chicken for his own supper, then came home & fed the dog!! W00t!! W00t!! What a man!!!