I have to admit that I haven't accomplished a doggone thing the last few days. I started three different projects and ended up either 1) making a mistake or 2) didn't like them so had to frog them. Last night I just set it all aside and said

To Heck With It!

I'm just stumped. There are so many things on my to-do list and as I go down them I just lose all hope and interest. I do have to tell you, however, that I am totally stoked about losing

54 Pounds!

I'm at the point now that I really do need to spend some time doing a bit of clothes shopping as the seat of my pants is hanging down close to my knees. The Hubster says it looks like I've messed my pants and would I please do some shopping. I put on my one and only dress to go to church on Sunday and realized I had a problem. Usually it's about 6" up off the floor and on Sunday is was clear to the floor. Had I been able, I'd have been jumping up and down but was afraid I'd fall on my butt for sure if I tried it. It was a wonderful feeling.

My brother was taken out of rehab the day after he got there and put in isolation with MRSA (another infection). He's still there and very discouraged. I feel so bad for him. I think we might have to go to Idaho and visit him. I did send flowers and I have tried to call but haven't been successful in reaching him. It's now been over a month since he was admitted. I can certainly understand him being discouraged as I am discouraged for him.