Well, I'm back home. Yesterday was not a great day; good because I arrived home safe, just not great. When we arrived in Newport News, they had lost my luggage. I came home and the fountain in my pond was not working. Having flown all night and not getting much sleep on the plane, all I wanted to do was go to bed, but decided that I had to clean the filter. After starting, I realized that I had lost my final koi and later discovered that my butterfly goldfish that I have had since the beginning was also dead. I worked on the filter for a little, but knew that I needed to do more, but everything was going wrong and all I wanted to do was cry. I finally decided that I had to abandon the project except for rinsing the filter. I decided that I had to go to bed even if all fish died. After a nap and a short meeting I had to attend at 4, I came home, had dinner, realized I had another dead fish, decided that I had to do a through job of cleaning the pond, Borrowed Fran's kiddie pool and removed the fish from the pond to the pool with Fran's helping by holding the flash light to find all the fish. It took forever to pump all of the water out and clean everything. Believe it or not I did not finish until almost midnight. Fran said that since it was the bigger fish that I was losing, it seemed that they were not getting enough oxygen and not someting that was toxic in the pool. The way that the bigger fished looked, I just knew that they'd be dead this morning, but so far they're all still living. (Fran stayed until about 9)
Oh I did get my luggage. For some reason it did not get put on the plane in Atlanta even thoiugh we had a two hour layover there. There were two other people whose luggage was also missing. They put it on another flight later in the afternoon.
Had a good time, enjoyed my down time. One day I never left the condo. I started a book early afternoon by the pool and finished it before I went to bed. I ate some leftovers from another night. The whole time I didn't cook anything except breakfast, being by myself, it wasn't worth cooking. I'd eat out one night and bring home leftovers.
I did not know about Dad's surgery today. I'll call him tomorrow. I would have thought someone would have told me.
Amber, next time I'd like to come to you art show and purchase some valuable painting.
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