A day of recovery

Thursday was hardly active. Evelyn was up and off to exercise at the regular time, but I slept until 9:30. I ate breakfast and sent her off to play with the kitchen band. She had come home to get her paraphernalia and went to meet the rest of the band only to find they had left her. She went to the grocery instead. I went back to bed. I was up from 11 to 12 when we had lunch but went back to bed until 3:45. I got up and showered. We dressed for the evening, picked up our friends and went to Harlingen for dinner. We ate at the Blue Shell and shared a dinner. I then drove to the F Street Dairy Bar, thinking everyone would like some ice cream. They didn’t so I went in alone and had a hot fudge Sundae. I had also wanted to stop there because we were nearly an hour early for the concert we were to attend. The concert was not very appealing. It was Misty River, a group of women from the Pacific Northwest that played string instruments and sang. Some songs were bluegrass but most were “melancholy” according to Evelyn. I thought so too. The show needs more upbeat. We were home by 10 and got here just before it began to sprinkle. I really think all that sleep today helped me.