So, today was one of those days to get stuff done. It was great to clean my own house and make it through my own 'to do' list just like my dad has. It is gratifying to cross through the words to whatever task is listed.

I will say it now: I will never do the apartment turnover again, unless I clean it with only one other person. I actually lost money, after expenses and payroll are paid out. My crew was wonderful and did a great job, but, it left me with nada. So, Donald Trump will not be hiring me anytime soon for my business acumen.

Started the new schedule this week. I will need to keep my wits about me, and keep a written record of everything. This 47-year old mind can't keep things like it used to, so need to use the planner.

I'm missing my Sam, but, at the same time so glad for him that he's where he wants to be. I know he's having fun. And, I know that is where he needs to be.

And now, I have a date with a bowl of ice cream. Over and out.