Facebook

 I really dislike facebook.  Mine is nothing but advertisements and connections to junk sites that can only be interesting to - well, it's best not to say ugly things about other people.

Today on facebook,  I actually tried to post some stuff and put a few comments in other places. That is over for a while.  I found a message to me from 2017 from a lady with the last name Metze in South Carolina wondering if we were related.  I responded to her.  Actual answer would be, "I don't know."  But, my Metze family did come out of the Carolinas...years ago.

for those of you who are worried - I got my stiches out and am fine.  However, I caught myself messing with the scar twice last night in bed.  I've decided to continue with the bandaid at night.  Now, if that bit of news doesn't make 60 Minutes, I don't know what will.

I have to get out of bed several times in the night.  It is not for a snack.  Before I had the prostate cancer thing, I was getting up every hour almost on the hour.  Now, I have been able to go 2 or 3 hours at a time.  Even had a 5 hour sleep the other morning interrupted only  briefly by Anna barking outside my window at 7:30 a.m.  

Still, I have some leg/knee problems.  They don't really hurt - just a big ache at times.  I have found when this happens at night - I take care of my business - then, I take Sadie out back for her business turn - and, finally, I sits on the side of the bed for 5 minutes or so (trying to read facebook since I have little else to do at 4 a.m.).  When I return to the sheets, I seem to drift off okay without leg aches.  Thus, as you see, I return the conversation to Facebook.  It is truly mindless [both facebook and my conversation].   I RALLY do enjoy reading stuff about relatives, friends, and past students when Facebook lets me.  Commercials come first apparently.

That's enough.  Take care. m