I Leave for DC on Thursday

Brent and I have planned a short cruise (our first) to celebrate our anniversary this year--our 28th. Before that, however, I will be able to spend a week with Megan and Jon Jon and Anton--although Anton is seldom home. He works at a job that requires a lot of him and he is the clerk for the ward. I keep thinking that Anton is in "that phase" where he needs to work really long and hard in order to establish himself. Brent is well-established in his field, but he still puts in 60 hour weeks and goes into the office during his vacation days if there is a problem that he feels he needs to handle in order to keep his group functioning well--and the Chief Financial Officer and the President of the company supplied with answers about legislation that has just/is going to be soon passed.

But this entry was to have been about my up-coming trip to DC. I will be babysitting for Jon while Meg and Anton have a real date on Friday night and Saturday morning I'll be with him while Meg and Anton join one of the recent converts in their ward as she attends the temple for the first time to do baptisms for the dead. Meg, Jon and I will spend a day at the Smithsonian mall--there's an exhibit that Meg wants to see. It is a collection of artwork made from "found" materials. I can't remember the particulars. It sounds good, though.

Nathan was pleased with the rolls that I made tonight. The Publix where we usually shop offers pizza crust raw dough in a bag. I brought a bag home with us today and let it rise on the counter. Then I just squished it down, pinched off 5 or 6 round rolls and baked them for about 30 minutes at 450 degrees. I didn't try the bread when it came out of the oven, but when I had to eat something with my night pills, I pulled a roll apart and took a few bites. "Hey, this is pretty good!" I exclaimed. Brent and Nate both looked at me like I was saying something really strange. "Of course it's good! I really like it," Brent answered. I guess I'll be bringing home bags of pizza crust dough more often now.

The rabbits are in a molting stage. I pick one up and an explosion of rabbit hair explodes into the air. I am really glad that I'm not allergic to it. I would spend all of the year with perpetually red, runny eyes and a sore, irritated runny nose. I keep trying different ways to "defuzz" them, but so far the only method that seems to make any difference is to use rolls of masking tape to gently tease out the disconnected hairs. They hate this, of course, in the same way that they had having their nails trimmed or their ears cleaned.

Which reminds me that . . . I can't remember what I was going to write. It is late and I am on an extra "sleep inducing" med. I rumbled into a patch of poison ivy or something this afternoon so the Walk In Clinic doctor gave one look at me and my rapidly spreading lines of itchy, flaming blisters all along my hands and arms and wrote me a prescription for a healing steroids and one for itching. So the drowsy fog of the meds has just hit me.

Good night. You are in my prayers.

Nathan is a super, incredible missionary.