Fridays

Hi all - I am beginning to HATE Fridays. I think Nik said the same thing. On the ride into work I relived March 26th again in my head like it was that day. I keep seeing George lying on the bathroom floor looking very peaceful and being very cold. Me calling 911, doing CPR, and the cops arriving to pronounce him dead. Before the cops get there, I keep telling George to wake up. 911 keeps having me do CPR but I know it's too late. I just wish with all my heart I was there when it happened.

I am in horrible mood. I am very short with everyone. Thank goodness it is a short day for me. I leave at 2:00 and then I go home and pick up the Lilly Dog, go pick up my Mother and then we are going to Dan and Ann's for steaks and cards. I hope this brighten's my mood.

Love,
Mrs. Dude