At 2:00 I switched my pajama bottoms for sweat pants and pulled a sweat shirt over the pj top to go to the mail box. Never did get dressed today. Mama came by for a few minutes. Sat on the couch with John most of the day. I asked him if, when he gets to heaven, will he ask God why he got sick, what caused the tumor, or anything like that. He said he hadn't thought about it but probably not. It won't matter then and he only wants to see God and talk about him. But he would think about my question.
The orioles are here. Swarming the neighborhood and stripping trees of berries and seeds. This morning, we watched them and a woodpecker, red bird, mocking bird.
John's father is in the hopital in Daytona. He isn't making enough white blood cells. They are running tons of tests and he'll be in until the figure it out and gets things under control.
Tomorrow, another of John's friends is to visit us. Another guy.
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