Between the politics and the economy and my ongoing unemployment and the overwhelming personal sadness, I am practically unable to do anything. I cooked and cooked yesterday, but it didn't solve anything.

I stayed home because Paul came to clean out our chimney. I am really glad to have that done, so we can hopefully have a working wood stove again. We haven't tried it yet. It was cold this morning, but the sun was coming, so we didn't build a fire. It's still pretty cold, but beautiful.

I baked bread and cookies and a pepper casserole. I took the pea soup and some ginger cookies to the macNairs and answered a lot of phone calls and emails about food for them. I am sure we will have a ton for the reception tomorrow, and they have dinners up to Monday night so far. People say how sad it is and they want to know what happened, but I don't know and I'm not going to ask. Maybe I will hear about it sometime.

My Dad came over and dug up the sweet potatoes--funny things, you can't predict where they will be. It seemed like there weren't as many as we hoped, but some of them are really big. It's always possible he missed some. There are two potatoes coming up where they grew in the spring; I guess we missed at least two then. I picked a peck of peppers and the last eggplants, in case of frost. I threw some remay over the squash and beans and peppers, but it didn't actually freeze last night.

When Ray got home, he slept for a while. The bread and the casserole were baking and I finished the book I need to return to Becky. I had to wake him up; we were an hour late for the hootluck. It was at Deb H.'s in the next county, on Lake Oglethorpe. Really fun to sing around the outdoor fire. Music makes me cry. and I need to work on making sure I eat often enough and less carbs. I think it affects my mood, as well as my health and digestion. Potlucks are iffy. There were some yummy things there, but no meat and not much protein.


 I slept in the car on the way home and was in bed by 10.