I was sanding the dresser in the garage and an old song came on, so naturally I had to do the backup vocals and apparently the backup dancing, which Dale saw from the doorway. He can mind his own business. My knees were fine while I was moving around, it was getting back up after painting the bottom drawer that took some negotiation. I had white dust stuck to the sweat on my arms and for once didn't feel like I'd spent the whole day folded into a chair. Washed up, put my lipstick on, realized I wasn't going anywhere. Kept it on anyway. The dresser looked good too.

I keep adding up what we'd spend on three nights in Branson, then Dale names some other cost and I start over. The dog needs boarding, yes, and we'll eat, I had in fact remembered that we eat. What I can't decide is whether I'm checking the price or looking for a number that will make it easy to say never mind. We have the money if we leave the dresser money alone for a while. I've got two hotels written down, one with breakfast and one without, and by the time I've priced breakfast separately I could have eaten six of them. Haven't booked anything. Dale says just pick one.

My sister brought flowers to the folks and Mom has mentioned them on THREE separate calls, which is lovely, really, flowers are nice. I took Dad for his appointment, got the prescription, and returned the pants that didn't fit. No arrangement needed for that I guess. Then Mom asked if I could come early Tuesday because she wanted more time with me, not because she needed anything, she actually specified that. Well now I feel petty, but also she can enjoy the flowers and mention the pants once. Both things could happen. I'm going early. I was going to anyway.