I received the dreaded call from MotoSat. We spent an hour on the phone changing this and changing that. Nothing worked. It appears that I am not talking to the big satellite in the sky. Now this could be caused by moisture on a plastic doohickey that is located on the arm.

I am sick. I am talking SICK and I explained that there was no way I was going to climb on top of the motorhome to check the plastic doohickey because I am so freaking dizzy. Tomorrow it is up on the rooftop. Another call but it went well.

Mom is also sick. I have never seen her so sick in a long time. I am talking stretched out sideways on the bed, babbling sick. She is not running a fever but she has a bad sinus infection going on. Tomorrow will be doctor time if this doesn’t clear up.

Like most folks her age there is this fear of doctors. It seems when a person reaches a certain age the pharmacy opens their doors and presents that person with the key to the drugs. My father saw several specialists and if it wasn’t for mom taking his prescriptions to his doctor he would have been on 30 different prescriptions. His doctor would go through each one and decided which ones to fill. Most times he got it down to 10 prescriptions, which is a third.

Right now I am fighting falling asleep and fighting the cold. I tell myself if I think I am well I will be. It is a losing battle.

Right now it is about 80 degrees, mom is freezing and I am burning up – so all of the windows are only half opened. You see we do compromise.

I have updated my web page. Made it a little more user friendly and that has helped pass some time. I need something mindless to do when I am feeling like this.

As you know, my niece gave birth on the 16^th. I was curious about the middle name and decided to ask my sister why did she give her the middle name of Rae? My sister and her family did not have a very good relationship with dad. We will just leave it at that. I was surprised when their first grandchild was given the same name as dad. Her name was selected 6 months ago and the baby’s due date was the end of March. I decided to ask and it seems that McKenna was named after our brother, Ray. McKenna was born the 16^th of March; my brother was born on the 17^th. I find that odd. It is probably because I believe that God Recycles. If that is the case this child will have a very punny sense of humor. It will be interesting.

I think I need to stretch out sideways on the bed and do my babbling there.

Later