It is 3:30 a.m. again...

It is always this time of day when the fire goes out.  I must feel it from way back in my room as I woke up to stoke the flames that weren't there.  A little paper, some dried bark, a stick match...voila'...we have fire.  I am amongst the comforts of my grandmother's soul.  She lives here with me in this home.  I love that fact.  I "redefined" the flower beds yesterday.  In other words, I weeded them.  I took out the bricks that were outlining them and removed the wood bark.  I will be planting flowers there this week I plan.  I am going to Home Depot today later with my aunt whom I rent from.  We are on a tile & paint buying expedition to do the guest bath and the lower half of the living room wall. I painted the lower half of the wall in the dining room and it suddenly became "b-board."  Looks good so the remaining "wood panel look" will go away now.  ;-)  Love that idea 
I begin my chemo on Tuesday.  Fear of the unknown sets in and soon the unknown will be a definite in my life.  Not everyone loses their hair with this chemo the Dr. said but I am guessing that is the exception, not the rule.  I have been known to break the rules though.