Hello Ladies. It's occured to me that I didn't post all last week!
Well, the tile was put in almost on schedule, he finished on Tuesday instead of Monday. I love it, but I'll be doing a LOT more sweeping and mopping now. You couldn't see dirt on the old floors. We finally got the fridge put back in the kitchen on Wednesday. Being unable to really work in the kitchen did a number on the diet and I've gained again. Not much, but enough to be depressing. So I'm trying to arrest that now. We still don't have the baseboards back down or the table and chairs back in the dining room. I still have to fix the paint messies on the ceiling. So we can use the kitchen again, but that's it.
Unfortunately, more stress has appeared. I had a garage sale with my oldest and dearest friend Saturday. We've known each other over 40 years! The sale was exhausting and DH and I ended up eating terribly (and spending out meger $66 we got) and I was just about to fall into bed when she called and her mother was being brought by ambulance to the hospital nearest my house. Everyone had thought stroke...but it's nothing so good actually. They've found 4 tumors in her brain and are doing a full body and bone scan today, so apparently they think it has spread to the brain from elsewhere. No one's said the C-word, but I think everyone knows that's what they are talking about. So I was at the hospital until 2 a.m. Sunday and then back on and off all day. Today I have to be at work and it kills me I can't be with my friend. She does have a brother there, but he's really completely useless when it comes to this stuff, so she has to be completely in charge and I so wish I was there for her to lean on. I've known this woman since I was 5. She was my brownie leader. I practically grew up at her house. I lost my own mom 23 years ago, but Patti was always there if I needed a mom. This is really hard.
How I wish I didn't eat when stressed...but losing weight is the last thing on my mind. I'm spending too much time trying to get my friend to rest and eat. On the up side, when I'm this upset I really can't sit either. I came home from the hospital yesterday afternoon and mowed, edged and trimmed the boxwoods, working myself out. I slept last night like the dead, but I'm still exhausted.

That's what stress does.
Ladies, if anyone of you say prayers, I'd appreciate you thinking of my friend's mom, her name is Patti. And my friend Gina.
Got to go...much to do. Work doesn't go away just because I can't keep my mind on it.