True to my prediction, I was in bed by 10:15 PM. It was a good sleep with only one bathroom break. The Colonel never left my side all night, always adjusting to each of my turns. If I flipped to the other side, he was immediately snuggled back against my chest, often offering a kiss to my neck or cheek.

I am still astonished that I folded and put away laundry on the same day I washed it. That almost never happens at The Haasienda.

At the moment, we have a temperature of 58 degrees, but it still feels comfortable to me. By the afternoon, we shall be seeing a high of 82 degrees. The grass is dry, very crunchy, and straw-like. We don’t expect rain until Wednesday and Thursday.

Fifty-nine years ago, Mother began feeling labor pains, or “mild discomfort” as she put it. My father urged her to go to the hospital, but Mother said she would not go until “it was time.” For some reason, she set Thursday midnight, going into Friday, as her goal, which she met. Our doctor, Dr. Robert Ulrey, for whom Mother worked, was hoping I would arrive on September 24, his birthday.

It’s 6:50 AM and I want to complete a few things before officially beginning my day. Colonel Deeds has made his rounds of inviting the others to play with no success. On the bed, Harrigan was relaxing against my pillow but The Colonel persisted.

Make it a great day!