No Talk, No Dreams, Just Sleep, Please

     Oh I have plenty to say.  I could talk about disappointments and worries.  I could go on and on about the unfairness of it all. I could moan and groan or I could ponder about hope for better days ahead.  If I got desperate enough,  I could tell you a story that is stranger than any fiction I could come up with. But look at me.  Do I look like I feel like "talking"?  Nope don't feel like it.  Did enough real talking today bout stuff that is hard for me to talk about.  I'm worn out, bone tired, and I just want to pop in my ear phones, listen to the wonderful story teller, Nigel Anthony read Ruth Rendell's A New Lease of Death to me.  Maybe I can finally find out who done it before I fall into a deep sound dreamless sleep.

I have created a page for Anna's Diary.  It can be found under the Tab titled Anna's Diary.

I have posted all of the entries to date there, starting with January 1, 1929.

Here is today's entry from Anna's Diary:
Thurs, May 2, 1929
Home all day.  Junior now plays outdoors biggest part of the day but i am forever going to the window to watch him as I am eternally fearing harm.

[I can picture Anna going to the window watching over her boy at play.  I wonder why she was worrying about harm coming to him. Was it the over protective Mama making sure her Junior didn't fall and get hurt or was she worried about some other kind of harm?]

Yawn, Nighty, Night.