Thursday, December 02, 2004
He was called out.
He had just returned to bed after trying to make the dogs outside be quiet when he was called out to take care of a compressor in the oil field. It was 4:15 a.m. He dressed and left. He returned about 6:00 for breakfast and I packed his lunch. This is the day that we visit friends at a local nursing home in the evening. I was at the church until almost 4:30 this afternoon. I called home and he was there. He asked me to go to the nursing home alone because he was very tired. But he wanted to hear all about my day when I got home. I visited our friends and bought a few groceries. When I got home he was reading in bed. He put his book down and listened to me go on and on about my day of sorting music and calibrating my printer. He didn't go to sleep until after I left the room about 8:00. I was too wound up to go to sleep. So here I am writing in my blog.
